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rboooks · 11 months

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Child Support Part 2

Tim watched the other young heroes as they tried to look around the watch tower without seeming like they were. He's been here plenty of times, but the rest of the Teen Titans and a few of the Young Justice hasn't.

Much was due to the older heroes leaving the younger ones alone. Some not taking them seriously enough to welcome them at the big HQ as much as that made his blood boil.

They were taking the same risks. They were fighting the same good fights. Why was their age the main reason they weren't treated equally?

Some teenage heroes weren't part of a team per see, but they always answered when a call was sent. For example, Cass and Steph were present, speaking softly to Static Shock. Damian was standing next to Jon and his little friend Colin who was just getting into the swing of the hero business.

Bruce almost bit through his tongue when Damian told him Abuse would be joining Robin on parol, and he could do nothing to stop them. (Tim felt like he was watching Damian tell Bruce a paraphrased version of "But Daddy, I love him!" and it kept him smiling for weeks)

It was wild to see almost every young hero in one place. He doesn't think this happened since the last time Justice Leauge got mind controlled and almost destroyed the whole world.

"Any idea why we're here?" Kon asks to his right, lowering his shade to stare at the Outlaws. Jason's team stood to the side chatting iddly while cleaning over thier weapons.

Kon's always like their punk point of view, and he knows his best friend wants to go over there to talk to them. If it wasn't for the issue of the clone still being mad about what Jason did at the Teen Titans tower. Almost murder was hard to forgive for people outside the Bats.

"None. All I know is that John Constantine sent out a message to every teenage superhero group calling for a meet-up," Tim responds.

Bart whistles with a grimace on his right. "Must be bad if that guy is asking."

"I heard Hawkwoman tell Superman that she was worried and wasn't sure she wanted anyone of us mixed up in Constantine's mistakes." Cassie chimes in from where she leans on the couch. The three turn to her as she lowers her voice, attempting to keep the others from hearing. "Batman told her off for it."

"Batman did?" Tim asks, surprised.

Cassie shrugs, throwing a bit of her blond hair over her shoulder. "As much Batman can emote anyway."

Yeah, that sounded about right. Though it must have been something Bruce found disrespectful. His dad usually never reprimanded strangers unless they were saying something or doing something that sounded far too much like bigotry to him.

But to apply that to Constantine? Someone, Bruce generally disliked communicating with because the man tended to backstab his contacts? Yes, Constantine wasn't evil, but he wasn't pleasant either.

If Bruce had magical issues, he tended to contact Zatanna first.

Just then, the watch tower's zeta beams activate. Everyone who gathered turns to the teleporting pads where Constantine appears looking, for lack of a better word, absolutely exhausted. Even Tim knows that his eye bags aren't that bad, and he's usually going hours without sleep.

"Oh good, you all made it," Constantine says, sipping from a mug and wearing nothing but sweatpants and what looks like a nightgown. His signature trench coat was nowhere in sight. "I'm going to be quick about this. I need a team of young heroes willing to accept my son into their fold."

The room is dead silent. Constantine sighs. "Look, I've tried everything, but it's like Danny is allergic to laying low. He fought with a demon the other day over a child's doll- which you all know happens. People get haunted! But Danny refused to do it the right way, and now I had to beat off the demon's marriage proposal at least ten times. Not to mention his lack of social skills! No matter which one I stick him in, he can't seem to make friends in school. He got shoved into a locker on his first day! I thought that was an American exaggeration of the telly!"

Constantine pauses and takes a large gulp of whatever he's drinking before continuing his rant. A hand runs through his already messy hair, leaving it in bigger disarray as he speaks. "He's behind in terms of trends and technology cause his other father raised him outside of the typical timelines, so sometimes it's like talking to someone from the early two thousand, and other times it's like he's a modern Victorian era lad. His powers are also all over the place because the ectoplasm in our world is thicker, so when he breathes it in, he losses his control. Just the other day he accidentally made himself fly through our ceiling and almost reach the atmosphere before I was able to bring him back down."

A few of the fliers in the room wince. Jon nods and whispers under his breath, though his voice carries in the silence. "Yeah, been there before. Flying can be scary if you don't know how to come down."

Johns glances around at all the young people, eyes showing a tad bit of desperation. "He's sad all the time now, and I don't know how to help. If working with you could help him make friends, I would be grateful. He's a great kid. He just needs to adjust."

Tim had no idea what to do with this information; how do you respond to arguably one of the strongest Justice League Darks' heroes asking for a play date for his son?

"How old is the child?" Damian's voice rings out. Colin's hand is attached to his sleeve, a slightly nervous smile on the boy's face as he attempts to hide from the staring heroes behind his brother. Tim bets that if he wasn't wearing the domino mask, they would be able to see slight tears in Colin's eyes.

Damian's other hand goes across his body to cover Colin's hand, and Tim fights a shit-eating grin. His eyes lock with Jason, and the two send each other knowing grins. Looks like Bruce did have to worry about Damian having a secret boyfriend.

He can't wait to tease Damian later.

"He's fourteen....or well, physically?" Constantine answers eagerly.

"What does that mean?" Kon asks this time.

"Okay, so he's half human, half ecto-being. He sired him with his other father, Clockwork, which was only four years ago in this dimension, but since he was raised in the Infinite Relemas, times move differently there? " The British man says, and Raven goes rigid.

"Clockwork, as in the most powerful Ancient?" She asks, looking horror-struck when Constantine nods.

Before anyone asked what that meant, the zeta tubes activated again without permission. Someone had hacked into their systems which were ten levels bad. Everyone naturally fell into a fighting stance, only to blink when a teenage boy stepped out with a loud excited screech.

"We're in space!" The teenager runs to one of the windows, pressing his hands and face up against the glass. "This is amazing!"

Tim only relaxes his muscles once Constantine clears his throat. "Chum...what are you doing here?"

"Oh. One of your curse rocks things started proposing to me again, so I ran out of the House of Mysteries. Thought I see what you were up to." The teenager says, turning around with a smile and utterly freezing at the sight of the gathered heroes.

He had dark hair, wide blue eyes, and the most adorable face Tim had ever seen. Not as sexy as Bernard, of course, but darn close. Judging by the looks of anyone attractive to males, most heroes thought the same.

"Um...hi?" He says, offering the Godsmack teenagers a helpless little shrug. "I'm Danny Constantine."

"It is a pleasure, Constantine." Damian marches over to him with all his little twelve-year-old authority. He barely reaches Danny's chest. "I shall look forward to working with you. Are you formally trained in combat or strictly magic?"

"Um...oh, I can throw a punch or two? I'm mostly self taught. I rely on my powers a lot?" Danny fumbles to answer throwing a desperate look at his presumed father.

"No matter. I shall have you begin training. My Beloved also needs to work on his form. There is no shame in this" Damian nods, and Constantine lets out a large sigh of relief. He jogs over to place a hand on his son's shoulder, giving him a one-sided hug

"Yes, Danny, you will join Robin, Superboy, and Abuse on missions. They agree to help you settle and get used to your ghost powers." Constantine smiles. "I'll give me time to discourage all those idiots from trying to trick you into marriage."

"Oh...okay. It's nice to meet you all. Please call me Phantom on the field. Um, are you the team leader?" He asks Damian as the three youngest boys lead him further into the watch tower.

Constantine watches them go with the brightest smile he's ever seen on the man's face. He looks back to the group, who were barely starting to pick their jaws off the floor and makes a shooing motion with his hand. "You lot are dismissed."

Then the man vanishes in a green portal.

There is a ringing silence until Barts blurts out. "I'm pretty sure this is where the Phantom Fan Club first formed. A historical moment."

Tim wants to take a nap.

( Part 1 )

#dcxdp crossover #dc x dp crossover #Child Support #Part 2 #John is trying his best #He's fighting off suitors from his son #Despite being very pretty Danny has a hard time making friends #He's the oldest in Damian's new team #I found the ship Damian/Colin the other day and I love it

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meowmeowmeowmeow4x · 2 months

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Supersons +1 prompt answer

If you asked Danny, 12 year old half-ghost hero of Amity Park, how half-life was going, he'd tell you things were mixed.

On the one hand, he had just spent the last three or four months in family/scientist/'this house is a death trap waiting to happen' therapy with Jazz, and by some miracle, it worked. He wasn't sure if this was some kind of dream as his parents poured over years upon years of research, crossing out lines, rewriting equations, and reevaulating everything they thought they knew about ghosts.

Was the shudders family therapy worth not going over how they'd like to dissect him? he's still not sure. The horror.

Not to mention the attention. Danny was sure he was going to throw up if his parents drag him away for more bonding time, only for a ghost to attack and for him to run off to transform. What made it worse was when the Fentons came barrelling out, guns blazing, alternating between getting mad that he'd interrupted their family time, and asking him questions about "Your suspicious spook culture, if you even have one you dangerous delusional delinquent!"

At least they were trying, but Danny was very much comfortable not spilling the beans on the whole half-ghost situation, thank you very much.

And that's why, when Dad proposed to take him to Gotham to show off their latest invention, he jumped at the chance. The home city of the Batman, one of the greatest heroes known to man (except for Martian Manhunter and Superman of course) and Dad promised to take him to Gotham Observatory too. Not to mention how much he wanted to get away from Jazz's smug looks of superiority. Gotham here he comes!

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Damian Wayne scowled as he scanned the crowed of scientists with more smarts than sense. Really, a flying toilet seat. For what deviant?

"Maybe they're for people who can fly." Kent piped up beside him. Father had let the two of them run off together, and his company was mildly more appealing than being alone with his thoughts.

"Why would Superman ever need to relieve himself mid-air. I do not believe you would appreciate your father's rear end being on display for all the world to see."

"True." Jon hummed. His voice lowered to a whisper. "You think indecent exposure is what your dad meant by "scoping out any potential future villains?"

Damian gave Jon a flat look. The sooner this convention ended, the better.

The crowded shifted, and the mass of visitors pushed toward a certain corner, where a man large enough to rival Superman's build stood upon a podium, with a boy their age off to the side.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce to you the latest in FentonWorks' innovations, the Fenton Ghost Zone Radar, soon to revolutionise the study of ghosts!"

"I thought ghosts were a magic thing." Jon said. "You know, stuff Constantine and JLD deal with."

"They are."

"Mixing magic and science is like, like, oil and water. No way this guy's serious, is he?"

"His name is Jack Fenton. That's Daniel Fenton, his son." Damian pointed to the boy in question, looking like he'd seen this scene a hundred times before, but with that knowing glint that promised something deeper. "They're normally spotted alongside Jack's wife, Madeline. Widely regarded as quacks by the larger scientific community for chasing paper-thin theories about ghosts, they've nonetheless gained funding from the government. This is the first time they've left their base of operations in Amity Park for years."

"Woah, you know your stuff, Dami!"

Damian glared at the young Superboy in disguise. "I read the briefing files. Didn't you?"

Kent looked uncomfortable and looked away. "Uhh, maybe?"

"Typical."

"Well, if he's so crazy, then why'd your dad even let him in." Upon another scathing glare, Kent relented. "Oh right, the whole supervillain thing."

"Enough chatter. We'll zero in on the younger Fenton. I intend to squeeze him like a grape, and make Father proud."

"Dami maybe you should be a little nicer-" Only for Damian to march off without him.

Honestly, inane niceties were above someone of his status. Those things were Superboy's job, and if Daniel Fenton wouldn't crack, then Damian was itching to try a new torture technique.

@impyssadobsessions

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dcxdpdabbles · 10 months

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Alfred's Boy Part 3

Bruce rarely had a full night's rest. In fact, he thinks that it's been a full two years since he last had more than eight hours of consistent slumber. Unlike Tim, who just forgo the recommended sleeping amount, Bruce found time to take naps throughout the day because, as much as he hates to admit it, he's not as young as he used to be.

This is why Bruce is rather displeased to be awoken when he finds himself with a chance to have a full night's rest. It felt like he barely closed his eyes at the tender time of nine o clock pm- with no cases waiting for him, his children agreeing to take his patrols, and the wonderful tea that Danny had poured him to help with backpain-he thought nothing would ruin it.

He forgot he had children for a moment.

At three in the morning, he woke to Tim, half in his Red Robin uniform, crouching like a cat about to leap, his unmasked face staring a few inches away from Bruce's nose. It took everything in Bruce to not react on instinct and take a swing at his son.

He only just bites back the scream by sheer willpower. His son doesn't seem to notice his heart trying to leap out of his chest as the boy leans back, sitting on the pillow Bruce likes to use to build a protective wall against the other side of the floor.

Tim's voice was raspy with sleep and maybe even hints of madness. "Oh good, you're awake. I have an emergency."

"Wha?" Bruce asks, half unsure if he is hallucinating. "What's wrong."

"Danny found his photo album."

"Danny has a photo album?"

"Yes. I made it. I took all the pictures."

"Okay? Why is that bad, chum? Was it supposed to be a surprise present for him?"

Tim tilts his head, his somewhat unfocused eyes staring at Bruce, and for one moment, he wonders if Tim got a concussion out in the field. He disregards the idea a moment later. Alfred would have notified him, and if not, Danny wouldn't allow Tim to wander alone.

Bruce could still remember Duke's wide eye awe as Danny followed him around when he got hit a little too hard a few weeks ago. The butler in training had even slept in his room- on the floor on an air mattress- and Duke had looked mortified and smug for as long as it took to get over his injury.

Alfred had to make it very clear no one was allowed to deliberately get a concussion to his other love-struck children.

Tim's nose wrinkles as a slight blush appears on his high cheeks. "No. He didn't know I was taking pictures of him. That's why it's bad he found the album. "

Bruce closes his eyes. He loves his son, he really does, but he can't handle this right now. He takes a few blissful seconds to pretend he never became a single dad of nine before he pushes his eyelids apart to give one of his middle children a firm scolding. "Tim, chum, the light of my life, that's a crime."

"It's not! I didn't follow him around outside the manor." Tim argues.

Bruce reaches a hand up to rub the space between his eyes. "Tim, you can't just take pictures of people without asking them."

"Why not? I've done it before. To you, Dick, Jason, Steph, Alfred, Damian, Harper, Cullen, Duke, and Cass, but she usually catches me and poses so it doesn't get her in her authentic state of being like I usually want to get but-" Tim says, counting the people on his figures before he seems to realize that he was sidetracked and shakes his head. He gives Bruce a pitiful pout. "He doesn't even mind. He said they were lovely and artistic!"

Of course, Danny wouldn't even blink at a creepy photo album of himself hidden in one of his employer's rooms. That boy didn't care that he found the Batcave while dusting, so taking everything in stride was a default.

"Tim, it's still not okay. You have to ask him from now on if you can take pictures." He holds up a hand when Tim opens his mouth to no doubt argue. "You can ask him if you can take pictures of him throughout the day to capture his authentic side without it being a crime. Now explain what the emergency really is."

Tim's teeth snapped close with a snap. "That was the emergency. He found it, and now I have to leave the country. Go underground for a few months. Maybe fake my death."

"You literally don't have to do any of that. Danny said it was okay right? He isn't one to sugarcoat things. He wouldn't claim it was fine if he didn't feel that way."

"No, Bruce, you don't understand. He already thinks I can't swim. Now he finds a book of him covered in hearts? Tim Drake needs to die." Tim says, dragging his hands down his face, and Bruce flips the covers back.

Gesturing to them, he deadpans. "Tim Drake needs to sleep."

"But my fake death needs to be planned-"

"Cullen and Harper get back tomorrow. Do you want to stress Danny more by adding your fake death to this?" Bruce watches the moment his argument wins because it's as if all fight leaves Tim's body, and his son slumps to the side. His head falls on a pillow, and he's already fast asleep.

He had been running on fumes again, it seemed.

Sighing, Bruce man hands his son into a more comfortable position, unclips his cape, and tucks the blankets around his son's shoulders. He settles back into his side of his bed- Ever since Dick came to live with him, Bruce had, over the years, claimed the right side of the bed so the left would always be open for any of his children suffering from nightmares.

He closes his eyes; Tim's peaceful face snuggling into Bruce's softest pillow reminded him why he became a single father of nine. His heart swells with love as he gives back into sleep's warm arms.

A few seconds later, his door is kicked open by Harper. She puts all her lungs into her greeting. "What's up, Old man! Who's the new kid!?"

Bruce glances at his clock and realizes it's now eight in the morning. Harper and Cullen had arrived hours earlier than planned- probably because Harper had refused to sleep and completed the drive home. He looks at Tim and finds his son curled into a ball, still dead to the world.

"That's Danny," He says in a hushed voice, gesturing to her adoptive brother. When Harper sees Tim, she visibly quiets, ensuring her heavy metal boots don't stomp on the ground as she walks over to him. "He's Alfred's foster son. He was removed from his last home because his parents were dangerous to his safety. Alfred will house him as a favor for his old contact. The contact code name is Clockwork. Danny talks about him a lot so you may hear that name for a while."

"Whoa. " She says, sobering up. Bruce can see memories of her birth father playing behind her eyes as she frowns. "That's shitty. Poor guy, no wonder he seemed sad to the bone."

"You met him?"

"Yeah, he jumped Cullen and me in the main hallway."

Bruce's mind buffers for a second. "What?"

"I know! The dude has skill, but it makes sense if he is Alfred's. He thought we were breaking in and took us out before I realized we were in danger. Once he got a good look at our faces, though, he practically threw up apologizing." She pauses. "Is he straight?"

No. Bruce thinks feeling cold, not another one.

"I believe he's bi. Why?"

Harper shrugs, smiling. "I think Cullen may have a crush on him. I was iffy about it since I thought he was another of your kids. You technically aren't our dad since I'm still Cullen's guardian, but you let us live here for free, so you like a dad? Glad it's not an issue."

Bruce wants to cry. What was it with Danny and seducing his children (in the eyes of the law or not, Cullen is Bruce's boy)? "There may be an issue. See, Danny has a few admires right now and he's- "

"That sounds like your issue, not a Cullen issue," Harper says, narrowing her eyes. Bruce winces when he notices her arms crossing over her chest as when firmly plants her feet a few inches apart. She only stands like that when she's protective of Cullen, which means she finds his comment offensive.

"I'm not saying Cullen doesn't have a chance." Bruce corrects realizing where the issue was. Harper's arms loosen slightly. "I just meant that right now, Danny isn't in the right mental state to be dating."

Harper's arms drop. "Yeah, I wasn't interested in dating after I became emancipated, either. Had a lot going on. I'll talk to Cullen about it. Make sure he gives Danny space."

Finally, one of his kids is on his side! "Thank you, Harper."

She waves a hand dismissively. "Don't mention it. Hey, how did Clockwork and Alfred meet anyway?"

Bruce shrugs. "I never asked."

"Why?"

"It's Alfred. " He says like that is an explanation enough, and it is. Harper accepts it as such, nodding along. She tilts her head back and mentions wanting to shower, then take a long nap. She leaves the room as silent as a shadow, but not before telling him Danny and Cullen are making pancakes for everyone.

Bruce doesn't want to get up, but he must be the period romance villain and rip his son away from the staff. He slips out of bed with great effort and prepares for the day. A quick bathroom break, and a change into a casual suit, lead to Bruce walking down to the kitchen.

There he spots Danny smiling gently at Cullen, who is in an excited rant about his latest reality tv show. Around them is a spread of breakfast foods- Danny always cooks the food of various cultural backgrounds. He apparently learned from Clockwork and found it important everyone had at least one piece of home per meal.

It's heartwarming domestic. Bruce needs to ruin it.

"How did Alfred and Clockwork meet?" Cullen asks, stopping Bruce from dramatically bursting into the room. It's mostly because he has been wondering the same thing for weeks, and Danny seems to know.

"Alfred got haunted when he picked up Clockwork's pocket watch in an antique store," Danny responds.

That answer didn't explain anything. In fact, it just created more questions. Bruce wants to wait a little more, see if Danny adds more information, but he watches as the bulter in training places strawberries on heart-shaped pancakes and then drizzles chocolate. He puts the plate in front of Cullen, and the other teenager swoons.

Yeah, Bruce needs to stop that.

"Good morning, boys." He calls, watching the two turn to him. They each give him a greeting, but Danny is noticeably more polite. Danny moves away from Cullen to serve Bruce. He adds blood pudding alongside his Batarang-shaped pancakes as Cullen sulks about losing Danny's attention. Bruce takes a bit of those first, closing his eyes in bliss.

Blood pudding, just like Alfred used to make.

Speaking of Alfred, his loyal butler arrives then. Seems like Bruce wasn't the only one catching up on a night of undisruptive sleep. His oldest friend gives both boys a once over, Danny pouring tea and milk and Cullen staring at him lovingly- and raises a brow, leaning down to whisper in Bruce's ear.

"I say, it seems Danny has collected another one."

"Please don't."

"Denial will not make it less true. It's how I wound up haunted."

"Alfred, what does that mean?"

#dc x dp crossover #dcxdpdabbles #Alfred's boy #Part 3 #cullen row #Harper Row #They were away on a trip #Danny likes to cook #Clockwork taught him #The lore of Alfred and Clockwork is a hot topic in Wayne Manor #Danny breaking hearts again #Tim was half crazy from sleep deprivation.

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15minlatewithbatbucks · 11 months

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It's forty minutes into the latest state of the company press conference and Bruce has had to mute his mic entirely to avoid being turned into a meme AGAIN for sighing too much at his own event. For all that he's spent almost 20 years coaching his own children on not making scenes, he's really not much better. It's hot and he doesn't want to be here. His ribs hurt. He's tired. He's hungry. He's every excuse Dick or Jason have trotted out over the years.

(Tim understands company manners and can almost always be trusted to stick it out as long as he's allowed to vent his frustrations afterwards. He's recently taken to smashing ugly thrifted dishes. Stephanie and Damian have been collecting any ceramic not entirely pulverized and turning them into pavers for Alfred's garden.)

(Bruce gave up after Tim. He really only needs one kid to tag along to social events. If the kid start to outnumber him they start getting IDEAS.)

His distraction is why it takes two very rude repetitions of his name for him to take notice at the young reporter pushing his way to the front. Lucius stands, cutting off the project manager currently presenting and speaks into the mic.

"Please keep hold all questions until the end of the presentation, thank you."

"Mr. Wayne," the reporter tries again and Bruce waves away Lucius's further protests.

"Can I help you?" He asks, smiling with the full force of Brucie Wayne's charm behind it. It's been awhile since his last scandal, but if the press is inventing drama then it's less work for him.

The man holds up a photograph almost accusingly. He reeks of gotcha journalism.

Bruce squints towards him, unable to fully make out the contents of the photo. Dick may have been right when he gently suggested Bruce add glasses to his Brucie Wayne persona but that was a hill Bruce was still willing to die on. It was bad enough he had to have a prescription COWL.

"What do you have to say about the presence of your adopted son, Timothy Drake at the illegal mob in Robinson Park last Saturday?"

"Drake-Wayne," Bruce corrected because Tim hyphenated, damn it. He was the first of his children to let Bruce tag the Wayne name on and it mattered, damn it. "Wait do you mean-"

"How about reports of him kissing a man while there?"

"A blond man?" Bruce asked, finally giving up and crossing to take the photo for himself. "Oh. No, that's his boyfriend."

There was a beat of silence before Bruce realized his mistake. Just as the reporters began to squall, he dropped the blurry photo and began to speed walk off, phone suddenly in hand.

Through the podium's microphone, the gathered reporters heard one thing as Bruce evacuated the immediate vicinity.

"Tim? Don't be mad."

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Despite Bruce's best efforts, he becomes a meme.

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Immediately following the bombshell that Timothy Drake-Wayne had a boyfriend, social media blows up, clamoring for more information. They're ravenous for it, desperate. Tim doesn't have a personal social media presence but they stalk his professional accounts religiously. Bruce does have personal social media, but he maintains radio silence.

In the end, a Gotham based "influencer" stumbles across Dick Grayson and Damian Wayne getting donuts at Kosher Donuts and Co. Dick is personable, as always, and stops to speak with the young woman briefly.

"Yeah, Tim wasn't mad," he laughs when asked. "Just disappointed. But man, he knows how to milk it."

"Bruce is in the doghouse, huh?" she asks, full of false sympathy.

"A little bit," Dick says as Damian mumbles, "Titus would never share."

"But," Dick continued. "Tim's spun it so Bruce is on the hook for like, half a million in donations for local LGBT charities. Tim says it would hurt less if he sponsored a new shelter too, so that's something to look forward to."

"That's a lot of money! Where's it all going?"

"Oh you know," Dick says and gestures vaguely. "A lot of different programs."

"Yeah? Anything you personally want to see done with the funding?"

"Drag story time," Damian answers before Dick can. He looks intense. "But not for children. For dogs. In the shelter."

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A day later, Tim breaks the silence. He goes live on Bruce's Instagram.

"So the problem was that Bruce thought the reporter was saying I was being unfaithful," Tim explains. "He totally forgot I wasn't out to everyone yet. Bruce was just worried because he's already told me if I break up with my boyfriend, he's not uninviting him from any future family events."

"Luckily, I was in fact just kissing my boyfriend at PRIDE. Just because people got shifty with the permits at the last second because of protestors doesn't make it an illegal mob. If you wanna hear about Wayne's and illegal mobs, talk to Dickie about his younger years. Nothing I do can compare."

#tim drake #bruce wayne #dick grayson #batfamily #dc pride #happy pride #timbern #wrote this on my phone so good luck with grammar or spelling #my writing tag

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kaiyaamin · 4 months

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Hi! I really enjoy your stories! I was wondering if you could write a batfam x batmom reader story about the boys (not including bruce) getting magically age reversed (i.e. dick becomes damian's age, damian becomes Dick's age, and Jason and Tim swap ages) and the 4 of them getting into shenanigans and chaos. And Batmom teasing and coddling them.

This sounds amazing, and sorry it took so long to post but I was writing it and my computer started resetting and it did not save this draft so I had to start over.

WHAT HAPPENED!!!

Bruce decided to take his kids to the Justice League hall, where he was showing them the Machine Hall which was VERY DANGEROUS. During the middle of the tour, there was an emergency alert, deciding to leave his kids in said dangerous room but why not.

"Jason, don't touch that Dad said it's dangerous", said Dick was already tired of Jason's shenanigans, and playing pranks on everyone. "Quit being such a buzzkill, and have fun no adults are around", Jason said in a playful tone. Jason was very unserious sometimes but when he's mad he will kill you. "You know Jason, you don't act very mature for an Adult and BTW there are adults around you and Dick", Tim was the smart one always pointing out his brother's mistakes in a not-so-kind way. Damian just stood there glaring at his brother fighting like little children.

"Oh what, touching a machine is going to get us killed", said Jason. "I hope it kills you first", Damian said. But It was too late for Jason had touched the machine despite Dick's warning.

Suddenly a bright light blinded the boys. AHHHHHH, screamed the boys, The bright light dimmed down and the boys saw each other but of different ages. Dick and Damian's ages were switched so Dick was 12 and Damian was 25. So was Jason and Tim, Jason was 17 and Tim was 23.

The boys were freaking out, trying hard to comprehend the situation. Damian started to immediately blame Jason for this while Dick was trying to calm himself down from having a panic attack. Lastly, Tim wasn't that affected and went looking at the machine Jason touched. "Hey guys look at this" Stated Tim when the boys looked at where Tim was pointing They realized... "Jason you Idiot you touch an age switch Machine", said Dick. "Aww shit, I didn't think this would happen," said Jason. "No fucking duh Jason, if you knew this would not have happened," Damian said while hitting Jason on the back of his head.

Bruce later found out with a panic attack and was scared of how he would tell his wife this happened under his care. But he also grounded Jason for 1 month again.

Timeskip to the manor

hey kids..... was the first thing Batmom had said before seeing her kids not looking like her kids. WHAT HAPPENED? Her Dick looks so young and cute and her Dami looks so tall and mature, Jason looks like a teenager and Tim seemed well older.

Mom we can explain, Dick said and explained the whole situation of what happened because of Jason's stupidity. Well, where was your father when this happened? What Tim had told her was not the answer she wanted. You left the kids alone in a dangerous machine room, Batmom continued scolding Bruce and her kids for this misfortune but internally screaming about how cute her kids looked.

No matter how hard she tried, she absolutely adored Dick and Jason, for it reminded her when they were young. And then she started crying with Tim and Damian feeling sad they had grown up so tall and handsome even though they were still the same by heart externally they looked different.

DICK

Being a 12-year-old was not as bad as he thought or so he thought. His mother became even more protective watching his every move and she refused to let him go whenever they hugged each other. Mom, you have to let me go, NO!, his mother shouted. But...Mom, I can't breathe. Then breathe later.

During this chaos, he found out he had to go to school, don't ask why. The whole day was torture I mean who wants to go to school after already graduating not Dick, to make matters worse he had to hang out with Jon. He was the only kid he knew and he didn't want to socialize with kids younger than him.

Curfew for patroling was a lot different since he was 12, he had to be home at 10:00 and he couldn't go anywhere without an escort because he was too "young" to drive.

And even the Titans made fun of his appearance, I mean their brave and powerful leader was a 12-year-old and a short one. Can you guys just help me! Dick shouted in anger. No, can do, not until we finished laughing at how short you are, kon said laughing at Dick who couldn't even reach the high cabinets.

JASON

Jason, honey what are you doing? you need to get up, his mother said in her usual calm voice. here he was lying in his bed with nothing to do, it was only 7:30 am. Why, I have nothing going on. Didn't I tell you, you're going to school to collect Tim's work so he can complete it at home, Batmom said while opening his blinds. But Mama...No buts get up and get ready for school. Jason was not happy and grumbled the whole time getting ready for school.

Jason was getting ready for patrol putting on his suit and wishing his Mama goodbye. Before she told him the horrible news, He had a curfew. His mother used the excuse that growing boys needed energy and he had school in the morning. Mom, please I don't need a curfew I am fine. No, and that's final Jason, his mother said in a stern voice.

good news He could drive and hang out unlike Dick who needed to be escorted when driving, Man did Jason crack up and tease Dick. HA, you can't drive what a loser, Dick was not happy and vowed he would get Jason back.

With Jason's curfews, he had to sneak out but lucky for him, he had done it so many times. The only problem is his mama was watching him like a hawk, but when everyone was asleep he decided to climb out of his window. Only to be stopped by the infamous Batmom and her sidekick Batman, grounding him for another month. Hey mom, how did you know I was sneaking out and where I would be? hmm, Dick told me. Damn it, Jason said cursing under his breath passing by a laughing Dick when coming upstairs towards his room.

TIM

was Tim happy? Yes, yes he was. Switching ages with Jason seemed bad but it turned out good when he found out he didn't have to go to school, he had the whole day to himself. While Jason had to go to his school and get all his assessments, It was good because it only took him an hour to complete the work Jason gave him.

First thing first, He explained to Stephanie what happened after she accidentally came to the manor expecting to see her boyfriend but instead saw a tall, handsome adult-like Tim. It took some time for her to cope with what happened but after she was furious with Jason. After he came back from school she hit him with her slipper right in the face. OWWWW what Hell Stephanie! why did you hurt me, Jason said in shock. You turned my boyfriend into well this, Stephanie said with her hands still griping the slipper. MOM, why are you standing there, do something! but to Jason's surprise, his mother did nothing and instead told him, he deserved it.

Tim had no curfew which meant rubbing it in his brother's face. HAHA, Damian and Tim both laughed at Dick and Jason going home from patrols while they get to stay. Shut up, both of them grumbled not liking the feeling of being teased. Since Tim was legally an adult, why not have alcohol, after one glass of wine he got drunk. HEy GUyS, LoOK at ME I aM a BAnANa, Then proceeded to start crying when Titanic came on, NOOOOO, HOw COuLd JAcK DIe!!! while the whole Bat-family saw this, well now we know he has no alcohol tolerance said Dick, with Jason and his mother laughing their asses off. Damian looked at his father to say something only for him to be astonished, trying to find the proper words only for nothing to come out. And Alfred gets Tim some tissues and water.

DAMIAN

Damian hated everything and everyone except for his mother of course. He Knew from the beginning this was bad and turns out he was right it was chaos.

Damian didn't do anything different except now he can drive legally, he could drive before but wasn't allowed for you know only being 12. He used this opportunity to get away from his crazy family.

Damian still hang out with Jon when he was out of school and gossiped about Dick and how he was at school, it was hilarious. Though Dick was not happy about it.

Unlike Tim, Damian had a high alcohol tolerance. Dami, you are surprisingly good at drinking and not getting drunk easily, have you drunk before? No, Ummi..... but could not continue, how could he lie to his Ummi so he told the truth. Yes, Ummi I already had my first drink. WAIT, WITH WHO? said Batmom in a shout, ready to throw someone out the window. With Dad, and that was not the answer she was looking for. BRUCEEEEE!!!!, screamed Batmom. Yes honey, Bruce said panting. Did you take Damian to have his first drink? Umm oh no is that the Joker breaking into the bank again. Oh No better stop him bye, and with that, he left like he was Flash already out the door. And to say the least, Batmom was not happy.

Time skip after 3 days

Some random mad scientist Bruce found on the black market reversed the kid's ages. Dick was 25, Jason was 23, Tim was 17 and Damian was 12.

Everything was back to normal, SIKE. Batmom punished everyone in the manor except for Alfred of course for all the things they did when reversed. Bruce was grounded and sleeping on the couch leaving the kids alone in a Dangerous machine room and keeping the fact that Damian had his first drink.

Batmom was so happy but still sad. Of course, she's happy her kids are back to normal but her two eldest had to leave to go back to their house, it was heartbreaking. So to make their mom feel better they did Family Game Night 😉.

#batfam x reader #bruce wayne x reader #batmom #batman #batfam x batmom #batmom imagine #batmom imagines #batmom!reader #bruce wayne #jason todd #tim drake #dick grayson #damian wayne #damian al ghul #alfred pennyworth

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Sulking at the Gala

Warnings: none (I think), let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Batfamily x batsis!reader

Request: Heyyy!! I was thinking about batfam x batsis going to a gala and hanging out with the kids. She swears that she hates them, but she could never stay mad at a child for too long. Her brothers were kinda confused, because shy were you hanging out with little kids and not them? They were kinda jealous tbh. You'd be seen playing peekaboo with a baby or carrying them in the air like superman. Sorry if this made no sense, I wanted to keep it simple so you could kinda add/ change some things if you wanted to. Have a nice day!

Request by: Anon

*not my gif*

Summary: You absolutely hate going to galas. You’re always miserable during them… right?

A/N: I didn’t know how to end it so… I just ended it 😭😭

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

You pulled down on your dress with a grumble, a hard glare set on your face as you walked side by side with your family into the lavish building.

Bruce nudged your side with a glare, “Smile,” He urged desperately, “At least let the paparazzi get one picture of you being happy.”

Your own glare found its way to your fathers form, “I’ll smile when I’m back home in my bed, in my pajamas,” You hissed back.

It was no secret that you despised galas more than any of your other siblings, which is saying something. Not only did you hate the people there, but you also hated the fact that they always brought their kids. Kids were obnoxious and downright annoying. From what your family had gathered over the years, you had absolutely no tolerance for them.

When times came around that you were dragged kicking and screaming to a gala, you would sulk in the corner the entire time, glaring and snapping at any member of your family that tried to make you leave and interact with people.

“So, how much you wanna bet that Y/n sits down and doesn’t get up until this stupid party’s over?” Jason snickered, purposefully talking loud enough for you to overhear.

You marched over and punched him in the arm, not caring as Bruce chuckled nervously while glancing at the onlooking crowd. Dick and Tim laughed loudly as Jason scowled and rubbed the sore spot on his shoulder and even Damian smirked a little bit.

When you and your family finally surged through the sea of people at the door and were finally free to mill around, you automatically made a beeline to a corner table, snatching appetizers off trays as you went.

Your father sighed, running a tried hand down his face, “She can’t just try to enjoy one of these parties?” He groaned slightly.

Dick sighed, mockingly patting his shoulder comfortingly, “Guess she doesn’t find these nearly as exciting as you,”

He skipped off cackling with his brothers following closely on his heels, ignoring Bruce’s exhausted expression.

Your head snapped up when you felt someone tap you on the shoulder, ready to tell your brothers off, but instead, you were met with the sight of a young girl- about four years old- smiling up at you bashfully.

“Hi,” She whispered shyly.

“Hi,” You greeted back dumbly.

“What’s your name?” She began rocking back and forth on her heels.

“Y/n,” You hesitated, “What’s yours?”

She grinned, “Makayla!”

About an hour had passed dully as Dick, Jason, Tim, and Jason all lounged around a table near the dance floor, bored out of their minds.

“Look at him,” Jason scoffed, eying Bruce from across the room as he laughed loudly at what some random ceo had said, “He enjoys watching us be miserable.”

Tim sighed, dropping his head back, “Now I know why n/n makes such a big deal about these things.”

“Speaking of,” Dick piped up, “How do you think she’s doing?”

“L/n?” Damian suddenly stuttered out.

Tim looked over at him incredulously, “Yeah, who else?”

“No, I mean look at her,” The young boy insisted.

All at once, all of their heads snapped over in your direction and their jaws dropped open, gaping at you in complete shock.

You stood with a large group of children surrounding you ranging from the ages of three to eight, all of them either standing or sitting around while looking up at you in awe.

The large smile on your face made them nearly die of shock as they watched you spin around with a small child in your arms, who was giggling like crazy.

“What is she-“ Dick choked out.

“She’s…” Tim couldn’t even form a full thought.

You put the kid down and bent down near two younger children and began playing peekaboo with them, watching with a smile as they burst out into fits of laughter.

“But… she does not like spending time with us during these galas.” Damian spoke up with a small glare in the childrens directions.

“She’d rather hang out with kids then us?” Dick shrieked in horror.

“I never thought I’d see the day.”

All four boys snapped their attentions to an amused looking Bruce, who stood behind them and watched as you ticked a close by kids stomach.

“Why is she-“

“Who knows?” Bruce cut Tim off with a shrug, “But at least she’s not sulking anymore.”

The Superior Robin ❤️- @ineedmorefanfics2 @sambucky8 @spidyyparker @i-writes-things @ladyagagaslefttoe

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DCxDP Prophecy Universe Part 7

Part 6

It took Damian the rest of the afternoon to prepare for his trip to Amity Park. Jon helpfully agreed to cover for him, on the promise of a copy of the upcoming Cheese Viking 2 and getting filled in on all the hot Bat gossip afterwards. Wasn’t friendship grand?

Pennyworth thankfully agreed that ‘bonding time’ between the Super Sons was a good use of fall break and even took the time to ‘Prepare some healthy snacks for the young Masters, lest you eat junk food the whole week’. The task also handily distracted the butler while Damian packed the Batwing with all the necessary surveillance equipment he would need and set up the program to spoof his flight data. Damian had no doubt that Father wouldn’t be fooled for long, but with the Bat it was always better to ask for forgiveness rather than permission.

The flight to Illinois was mercifully uneventful. Damian rappelled off in the middle of the eponymous city Park, then instructed the autopilot to take the plane to a wooded area outside city limits and park there in camouflage mode. Once he was sure his arrival had gone undetected, he changed into civvies and with his backpack full of gear set off in the direction of Fenton Works on foot. In jeans, sneakers, a dark hoodie and a baseball cap he looked like any other kid his age, even if he was out after curfew. Damian made sure to stick to the shadows and ducked behind cover whenever a car passed him.

All in all it took him until the early morning hours to arrive at the correct address. Intellectually, he had known the Fentons operated their workshop out of the family home, but he was in no way prepared for the monstrosity of a building that greeted him. Damian couldn’t help but stop and stare in disbelief.

What had once started out as an ordinary brownstone building had a glaring neon sign out front, proudly proclaiming the company name. Perched precariously on the roof was a gigantic metal structure that looked like a cross between a cartoon UFO and an observatory. There was no way this was legal or sane. If something like this had popped up in Gotham it would have been flagged as a Rogue hideout and bugged to hell and back. Hell, Damian was half tempted to break in immediately to start planting cameras but was held back by the likely presence of a custom security system. Mad scientists were rude like that and Damian didn’t want to tip his hand too early. He would have to at least wait until he was sure the Fentons weren’t at home.

Damian tucked his hands into the pockets of his hoodie and strolled past the building at a fake casual pace. The windows were dark and the building was silent, except for the faint hum of the neon sign. This early on a Saturday morning, the residents were likely fast asleep. He spotted an electric scooter chained up next to the stairs leading up to the entrance and made the deduction that it likely belonged to Daniel. Under the guise of retying his shoelaces, he dropped to one knee and surreptitiously attached a bug to the vehicle. Ideally he would get the opportunity to bug Daniel himself, but for now this would have to do. Hoping that no one had noticed him, Damian continued down the street.

He had researched the area ahead of time and had found an apartment a few buildings down and across the street that was advertised as available for rent and was unoccupied. Breaking in and disabling the home alarm was child’s play, and after making sure he was alone in the apartment, Damian settled in to begin his surveillance.

He pulled the handheld radiation detector out of his backpack and after making sure it was operational he slipped it into his pocket. With no way to boost its range he would have to get pretty close to Daniel with no major obstructions in the way in order to verify if he had been in contact with the marked bills he had slipped Phantom. But Damian was confident in his ability to stay undetected. After all, Daniel had no reason to suspect he was being stalked by a curious Bat.

Damian kept himself occupied by listening to the local radio broadcast over his comm. The hosts sounded like chipper twenty-somethings, excitedly shilling for various local events happening over fall break, in-between shilling for local businesses. Why anyone would want to eat at an establishment called the Nasty Burger was beyond Damian. Whenever they stopped nattering to play actual music it was a blessing even if the appeal of the songs was entirely lost on the young vigilante. Finally, at 8am they had an actual news segment. Most of it was covering major US and global events, nothing Damian hadn’t already heard. Elections, natural disasters, rising tensions in Bialya…

“...and in local news, the City Library has announced that clean-up after last week’s ghost attack is finished, and they will be open at their normal hours on Monday!” the female host said cheerily, as if she was talking about the weather. “As usual, we would like to remind our listeners to keep their third eyes peeled for any ghost sightings! In case of a ghost attack, follow standard protocol and head to your nearest ghost shelter. Thank you! And here’s Mark with sports!”

Damian was flabbergasted. Ghost attack? This city experienced supernatural incursions and treated it like it was a normal occurrence? He’d read that the Fentons were ghost hunters, but he hadn’t thought anyone was taking them seriously! If Amity Park was under attack on a regular basis, how come the Justice League didn’t have a file on the city? Surely the news should have leaked to the outside world by now!

It was rare that Damian was caught so utterly wrong footed. His cursory research into Amity Park had turned up nothing like this! He was itching to get back to the Batcomputer to do a deep dive on the city and its history. Unfortunately, all he had on him was his phone which was ill suited for serious data compilation. At best he could scour local news sites and social media for any hint as to what was going on.

After half an hour of fruitless searching, he gave up in disgust. There was no mention of ghosts anywhere, save for the Fentons’ own website. Yet the news report had been almost blasé about the subject! Something was rotten in the State of Illinois.

All he could do for now was stare out the window at the Fenton’s front porch and hope his quarry made an appearance soon.

At 9.13 AM there was finally movement at the Fenton house. A dark-haired teenager in jeans, a light T-shirt, a backpack and a bicycle helmet bounded down the front steps and unlocked the electric scooter. It was unmistakably Daniel.

Damian hurriedly packed away his things, grabbed his backpack and left the apartment. He made sure to rearm the security system and lock the door, leaving no trace of ever having been there. Of course Damian wasn’t about to pursue his target across the rooftops of an unknown city in broad daylight. He would just have to wait for Daniel to arrive at his destination and follow him there. He retrieved his phone and pulled up the tracking data. It looked like the teen was headed towards the city center.

Damian tuned his comm to the listening device he had planted and set off towards downtown Amity at a light jog. For a while, all he heard was background noise. After about ten minutes, Daniel came to a stop.

“Hey Tucker, ready to go?” That had to be Daniel.

“Hey Danny!” a second male voice answered, “I was just waiting for you. Sam says she’ll meet us at the main entrance of the mall.”

“Sweet. Hopefully we can grab something cool from Game’O’Rama if we beat the rush.”

“You said it, my dude. Come on!”

The tracker resumed its movement. Now that he had a destination, Damian used his phone to call a cab. There couldn’t be that many malls in a city this size.

Daniel and his friend ‘Tucker’ kept up a steady stream of idle chatter on their journey. Damian learned more than he ever wanted to know about the attractive qualities of the female students at their high school, the tediousness of the homework assignments they had received for the week and the reviews of recent horror movie releases. Inconsequential chit chat as far as Damian was concerned. Once the pair arrived at their destination they parked their scooters and were soon out of range of the listening device. Damian cut the transmission and spent the rest of the short cab ride trying to find information on Daniel’s companion. Since they were apparently classmates and he had a first name to go on, it didn’t take long to narrow it down to Tucker Foley. Damian made a mental note to investigate him in depth later.

The mall was moderately busy when he arrived but nowhere near as bad as Gotham. Luckily there was a floorplan displayed at the entrance and it didn’t take Damian long to find the Game’O’Rama store. Predictably, it was dedicated to video games, gaming accessories and memorabilia. A sign in the window announced a major weekend sale, likely what had drawn Daniel and his companions. Damian slipped on a pair of mirrored sunglasses to conceal his eyes and meandered into the store. Wandering between the aisles, pretending to examine the games on offer, it didn’t take him long to find his quarry and Damian got his first good look at the trio.

Daniel was almost a head taller than Damian, slightly paler and with his dark hair mussed up from the scooter ride earlier. His clothes were slightly threadbare, and not the kind that was intentional. His white T-shirt bore a faded NASA logo and his jeans were frayed at the cuffs. He had dark circles under his eyes, though not nearly as bad as Drake got when he was on a case. Nonetheless, for the moment he seemed cheerful and at ease. He was examining the back of a disk case.

“I don’t know Tuck, I’m not much for medieval fantasy,” he said amusedly, “and a lot of these monsters look like ghosts we’ve seen. I get enough of them on a day to day basis, I don’t need them in my video games too.”

Again, this talk of ghosts.

The African American male next to Daniel had to be Tucker Foley. He was just a few inches shorter than Daniel, with his hair in shoulder length dreadlocks partially covered by a red beret. A matching red T-shirt with white Atari logo and baggy camo pants screamed nerd even before you got close enough to notice the black rimmed glasses and the clunky looking device he was tapping away on. Where did he get it from, the middle-ages?

“Look, the reviews are pretty great, and if we avoid everything ghost related what’s even left?” the boy argued, “You can’t let ghosts ruin your fun, man.”

“Tucker’s right, Danny.” the third member of their group chimed in. She was dressed head to toe in black, with a sheer, lacy top, a knee-length skirt, fishnet gloves and stockings and a pair of combat boots. With the thick soles giving her added height, she was almost as tall as Daniel. She wore eerily pale foundation making her dark purple lipstick and eyeshadow pop out even more. She had a small nose stud with a matching purple stone. Her earrings were shaped like spiders dangling from a web and she wore a pentagram necklace. Damian knew some of his schoolmates belonged to the goth subculture, but Gotham Academy’s dress code heavily limited such self-expression on campus. He guessed this girl was either really dedicated to the style or really dedicated to pissing off her parents. Maybe both.This had to be ‘Sam’.

“Besides, if Technus couldn’t ruin gaming for us no one else should either!” she continued.

“Fiiiiine,” Daniel sighed, clearly playing up his reluctance. “but if Amity gets attacked by an army of goblins next I reserve the right to say ‘I told you so’!” He double checked the price tag. “Splitsies?”

The girl scoffed and plucked the case from his hand. “I’ll take this one, you can pay for lunch later. Why don’t you two go ahead to Pineapple Republic for those jeans you wanted? I’ll catch up to you.”

“If you’re sure. Thanks Sam!” Daniel leaned over and gave her a peck on the cheek. “I guess we’ll see you there.”

“Yeah, thanks Sam.”

“Go on, shoo!” she laughed and headed over to the cash register as the boys left the store. Making a split second decision, Damian grabbed a random game from the shelf and got in line behind Sam. He leaned slightly towards her, pretending to examine the figurines behind the counter and stealthily stuck a bug to her skirt. Now he could listen in on their conversation without having to risk being noticed.

After paying for his purchase he wandered off in the direction the other teens had taken. He would just have to leave the game somewhere ‘accidentally’ at the earliest opportunity. Pretending to check his phone he tuned his comm to the frequency of the new bug.

“...I think those are still a little short on you.” Sam said amusedly.

“Man, I’m glad I finally got my growth spurt, but having to replace most of my wardrobe is gonna be a pain in the ass!” Daniel complained.

“Look at it this way Danny, this could be your chance to branch out. A whole new style, a whole new you!” Sam countered enthusiastically.

Damian walked towards the source of the signal. He didn’t follow the trio directly into Pineapple Republic, instead heading into the shoe store across from the clothing store. Browsing there would let him keep an eye on the entrance.

“Let me guess, would this style include black, black and more black?” came Foley’s snarky voice.

“Black is timeless, I’ll have you know,” Sam sniffed in mock offense, “and Danny does look good in it. Just try it?”

“I don’t know Sam, I don’t wanna blow my allowance on clothes that don’t feel like me.”

“Oh! We could always try the thrift store, they have plenty of cool stuff! And upcycling is great for the environment.”

“Uh, hard pass,” came the flat reply, “I would like to survive the year with some of my dignity intact, please.”

“Yeah dude, if Dash and his cronies caught wind of Danny going to Goodwill or something they’d never let him live it down.”

“There is nothing wrong with buying second-hand!”

“Says the girl in $500 guaranteed cruelty free designer boots.” Foley shot back.

“That’s different!” Sam sputtered, “And besides, I don’t see why you still chase the approval of those jerks.”

“Easy guys, settle down,” Daniel said placatingly, “Sam, you know it’s different for us. You might be able to brush off Paulina’s snarky comments, but I can’t just brush off Dash trying to rearrange my face. I’d rather not paint an even bigger target on my back.”

Sam gave a loud sigh. “Ugh, stupid high school politics. I can’t wait to graduate.”

“I dunno, if things go according to plan you’ll have to deal with real politics, Ms Future Administrator of the EPA Manson.” Daniel teased.

“You mean Senator Manson.” Foley chimed in.

“Madam President Manson!”

“Stop it guys!” the girl laughed, “I’ll leave the political ass kissing to someone else. I just want to save the planet! But I gotta get my doctorate first.”

“Well if you do end up having to take over the country to do it, there’s one thing to keep in mind,” Foley said sagely, “You can’t be much worse than President Luthor.”

The two replied with fake gagging noises while Foley just snickered.

“But seriously, since you brought up mixing up my style… I was thinking of getting my ears pierced.” Daniel said hesitantly.

“Really? Ooh, do you want studs? Danglers? An industrial?” Sam gushed excitedly.

“Well… aw nuts.” Daniel’s voice was suddenly tense.

“You know what?” Sam rushed out, equally tense, “I think you should go and try these pants on. In the changing room. Right now.”

Damian frowned. What the hell had happened? He glanced out the shop window but couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary. Suddenly, he heard distant screams and the sound of glass breaking. It’s almost like being back in Gotham.

Part 8

#dcxdp #dpxdc #dc x dp #dp x dc #danny phantom #batman #batfamily #damian wayne #robin #prophecy universe #the one where clockwork uses prophecies to mess things up (and set things right)#no beta we die like danny #tucker foley #sam manson #help the length of this fic has run away from me #team phantom is 16 btw #damian is 12

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stormyelliotwritez · 25 days

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Hey could you write batfam x male reader who is Jason's secret brother? Like batfam as in Bruce, dick, Jason, Tim and Damian, and like after Jason's death and resurrection they finally figure out that Jason had an older brother? Jason hardly remebers him because 1. He died and his memories are a bit fuzzy and 2. He was very young when he last saw his brother. I feel like the male reader took care of Jason, but at some point to try and give Jason a better life he left for sile shady work that promised a good amount of money, that would help Jason stay afloat? And after the batfam find out they obviously try to find him, and Bruce obviously tries to adopt him (even if he's an adult) so he can be reunited with his brother

yes yes yesssss. I was just going to write headcanons but I ended up with too many ideas so have a mini fic! I don't have the best grasp on the whole resurrection part coz I haven't read under the red so that'll be a bit vague. I'm so sorry this took so long. I got crazy writers block but here it is. Tell me if you want more of them or like headcanons because I'm lowkey obsessed with Jason having an older brother.

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"Hey Bruce, why isn't Jason the first Todd that comes up when you look up Todd death report?" Dick asked as he walked into the Batcave and sat down on the table behind Bruce.

Bruce turned to look at him and raised an eyebrow. He had no idea what his son was talking about as he'd never looked up the reports. He knew his son had died and he hadn't wanted to know anything more. He'd failed his son, and he didn't want to be reminded of it.

"He's the only Todd I'm aware of," Bruce turned his chair around and looked at his eldest son, "Jason doesn't have any relatives."

Dick turned his laptop around and right at the top of the report, it said Y/N Todd. The cause of death just said explosion and body not found.

"Does that sound suspicious to you as well, Bruce?" Dick asked as he leaned forwards slightly.

"Go ask Tim to look more into it," Bruce turned his chair back around, "and don't tell Jason. We've only just got him to stay so there's no need to spook him."

Dick nodded and then walked out of the Batcave.

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A few days had passed, and Dick hadn’t brought it up to Bruce again. He had gone and asked Tim though and sworn him to secrecy. He didn’t talk to Jason much, so it wasn’t that hard anyways.

Jason was sitting in the library when Dick came in and seemed to be second guessing himself.

“You don’t read,” Jason said bluntly without looking up from his copy of Pride and Prejudice.

“I totally read,” Dick stumbled through the sentence as he walked over and sat down on an armchair opposite from Jason, “What are you reading anyways?”

Jason looked up at him, confused. What the fuck is Dick on, was all he was thinking. Dick was being nice, and he was normally nice, but this was awkward. This was like the same level of awkward he’d been for the first few days that Jason had been living at Wayne Manor. He had been so confident but also such a nervous wreck.

“Pride and Prejudice. Did you get sprayed with some drug on patrol?” Jason asked as he looked his older brother up and down.

“Nope nopity nope. I just wanted to hang out with you,” Dick said as though that explained why he was more skittish than a newborn kitten.

Jason nodded and then went back to reading. “I don’t remember him that much,” he said offhandedly as Dick went to stand up.

“How did you-” Dick said as he swung around and almost tripped over his feet.

“Tim talks a lot when he’s tired and you’re holding a coffee that he so desperately wants,” Jason replied with a shrug.

Dick’s jaw dropped. “You’re not mad that I’m snooping in your business? When you were little, I touched one of your first edition books and you cried for days.”

Jason’s head turned to look at Dick in two seconds flat. “I what?”

Dick’s eyebrow raised as he stared blankly at his little brother. “You don’t remember?”

The two of them stood silently as they processed what had been said. Jason hadn’t thought he’d lost that much. Dick hadn’t realized that either. He hadn’t realized Jason had lost anything. They didn’t talk much. Talking hurts and they’re both fragile which is seeming to be a trend in this family. (Bruce pay for therapy challenge???)

They stayed in silence for a few minutes before the door opened again and Damian walked in.

“Tim snitched. Your brother worked for some gang guy in Star City until he somehow quit. He’s back in Gotham for the next two weeks staying with,” Damian looked down at his phone and raised an eyebrow, “Selina?”

“How does Tim still keep his identity secret? Wait, so like dads on-off girlfriend, Selina?” Dick asked as he looked at their youngest brother with his eyebrows raised.

“Do we know any other Selinas, big bird?” Jason asked as his head swivelled to look in Dicks direction again.

Dick shrugged and seemed to be thinking. “So, we could just call Selina and ask about your mysterious brother?” He said observantly.

Damian sighed in frustration. “Yes, lets just call up Selina and ask her if she’s hosting Jason’s supposed to be dead brother!”

“It’s a good idea,” Dick tried to protest as he looked to Jason for backup. Jason raised his hands as if to say nope don’t involve me.

“No, it’s not. It’s really surprising that you’re not father’s actual son. You’re both stupid,” Damian replied as he scrolled on his phone until he found what he was looking for. His face lit up and he showed the screen. “There’s a gala on tomorrow. Selinas bound to go just to flirt with father, and she’ll probably take Y/N.”

“Ok, that is a better idea than mine,” Dick muttered as he crossed his arms and sulked.

“All of demon brats ideas are better than yours, Dickybird,” Jason said as he sat back down and reopened his book.

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The night of the gala couldn’t come quick enough. Bruce was sitting at the kitchen table in his suit a good hour before they had to go and at that point, he wished he’d hadn’t broken his earbuds the day before. Jason and Tim were shouting at each other in the main first floor bathroom and Damian was about to tackle Dick for making him wear a blue tie. Cass and Steph were on a video chat with Barbs because she was currently at a tech conference so couldn’t make it.

Five minutes before they had to leave, Damian ran out of some room with Dick chasing him. Jason and Tim both tried to run out of the bathroom door at the same time, so Tim slammed into the wall. Steph and Cass walked calmy into the kitchen and laughed at the boys running rampant. Duke had offered to go on patrol solely because he didn’t want to go to the gala.

They all left the mansion and clambered into multiple cars.

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The gala was bustling, and Bruce made his entrance followed by his entourage of children. The questions started up, but all Jason could think about was whether his older brother was there. Dick was standing close to him and swatting away any stuffy aristocrats who wanted to say how much he looked like the Wayne son who had died as a child.

Tim dragged his feet across the gala to where Dick and Jason were standing. He flopped onto the chair next to Jason and slammed his head down onto the table.

“No coffee?” Dick asked as he leaned against the wall and death stared another aristocrat who wanted their weekly Wayne drama fix.

“When have any of these events ever had coffee and I’m too young to drink and also Y/N is at the bar,” Tim rambled as he sat up straight and rubbed sleep out of his eyes.

“You’re like 18, I was drinking from like 15,” Jason started before his brain caught up with the whole sentence, “The bar?”

Tim nodded and fell forwards again. Dick put his hand out at a speed that could rival Wally and caught his younger brothers head. He nodded at Jason who jumped out of his chair and started briskly walking towards the bar.

At the bar, there sat a guy who looked to be in his 30s with bright red hair. A champagne glass was seated in front of him, and he was staring off into space.

Jason walked over and sat down next to him. He didn’t say anything but instead asked the bartender for a gin and tonic and glanced next to him. Y/N looked just like the fuzzy memories he had of him.

“You new around here?” Jason asked as he waited for the bartender to finish his drink.

The guy who was most likely his older brother didn’t say anything in response. He just sighed and sipped his champagne.

“Haven’t seen you at one of these before. You, uh, came with Ms Kyle?”

The guy gave him a nod in response as he rolled up his sleeves slightly. Jason looked down and saw the burn scar from when they’d been making pasta when he was little. His jaw dropped slightly before he recovered quickly. This was absolutely his older brother so what was he supposed to do now?

“I’m Jason Wayne,” he said so as to not spook Y/N.

“Y/N Todd,” Y/N glanced at Jason, “You look like someone I used to know. Have we met before?”

Jason laughed nervously. “If you’ve come to a gala before, probably.”

“Yeah, probably,” Y/N stood up from the chair, “Well I think Selina wanted an early night so I should go. Nice meeting you.”

Jason sighed as his older brother walked away. He downed his gin and tonic before standing up and walking over to where Dick was still sitting with Tim. He sat down on a free chair and leaned his head on the table.

“So?” Dick asked cautiously as he moved his hand out from under Tim’s forehead.

“He’s my brother,” Jason said tiredly.

Dick gasped and leaned in closer. “So, what you going to do about that, little bird?”

“No idea,” Jason said as he sighed.

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A few days later, Jason was sitting in the library again when Tim ran inside. Jason looked up from his book and raised an eyebrow expectantly.

“He’s been spotted. Cass saw him. Dick’s waiting for you at Wayne Industries,” Tim said out of breath.

Jason placed his book down and ran out of the library. He sprinted down to the Batcave and got changed into his suit. He ran to his bike and pulled out of the cave. He drove down the highways and roads and felt the wind pushing against him. It felt just like how when he was younger, and it was just him and his older brother against the world. He flew down streets and side alleys. He pulled up in front of Wayne Industries and saw Dick sitting on a brick wall nearby. Their comms crackled to life.

“Cass has him and Selina on the roof of Wayne Industries, come on,” Dick said before he ran at the building and started scaling it.

Jason followed suite. The two of them made it to the top in record time and looked around. Cass waved from where she was standing and chatting to Selina. Jason’s older brother was leaning against the staircase door with a frown on his face as he glanced around.

Jason watched him for a moment. He had red hair just like how he did when he didn’t dye it. He was wearing a leather jacket like he did. He had a mask on which resembled the Robin one but not fully. It looked more like a masquerade mask. He was wearing boots, a pair that looked like ones Jason remembered sitting by their childhood apartments door. His older brother looked just like he remembered but also nothing like the teenager he’d idolized.

There was a scar above his eye. There was a necklace around his neck with a black rock. His hair was short and clipped, unlike when they were younger,

and it sat above his shoulders. He looked so grumpy. Jason had never seen his older brother look that annoyed. He’d always been patient and kind.

“Selina, can we go? I didn’t come all this way just to stand around and chat with your boytoys kids,” Y/N said loudly, interrupting Jason’s thoughts.

Selina turned from Cass and scoffed. “Yeah, you came so far, all the way from Star City and your sad little retail job,” she said sarcastically before turning back to Cass.

Y/N rolled his eyes and finally noticed Jason and Dick. “He has more? How many of you vigilantes are there? Does he grow you in like a lab?”

“One of us was actually,” Dick said as he took a step forward, so he stood in front of Jason, once a protective big brother, always a protective big brother.

“Long story? Yeah, I’m getting used to that,” Y/N shook his head before he glanced at Jason, “What you staring at me like that for?”

Jason tilted his head slightly before taking off his helmet which caused Dick to groan.

“Secret identities, little bird,” Dick said annoyed as he slapped his forehead.

“Oh, shut up,” Jason stepped around Dick, “It’s me, Jason.”

Y/N took a step back and slammed against the wall. “You’re dead.”

Cass turned from where she was talking to Selina and rolled her eyes before resuming their conversation.

“Surprise?” Jason said with jazz hands. “I think we’ve got a lot to talk about.”

Y/N nodded and took off his mask. “Yeah, I think we do.”

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Two weeks later…

Y/N, Bruce and Jason were sitting around the manor’s dining table. Bruce was leaned forwards and staring Y/N down. Jason was leaned back and smiling. He hadn’t stopped since he got Y/N back. Y/N looked like he was about to run out of the room.

“Jason, tell your creepy dad he can’t adopt me. I’m a grown ass man who isn’t going anywhere anyways,” He said as he scooted his chair slightly further away from Bruce.

“Hey, he’s still trying to figure out if he can adopt me and I’m legally dead,” Jason said as he raised his hands in mock surrender.

“So am I!” His brother replied exasperatedly.

“I already adopted you, Jason,” Bruce leaned back in his chair, “Found a technicality.”

Jason turned quickly to face his dad. “Ok, you cannot just drop that in conversation, old man.”

Bruce stood up from his chair. “I’m not even 50 yet. You’ve gotta stop calling me that.”

Jason smiled and shook his head. “I’ll call you what I want, Bruce.”

Bruce smiled to himself and walked out of the room. The older Todd leaned closer to Jason and smiled.

“Your family is weird, Jase,” he said with a chuckle.

“Our family actually, big brother,” Jason said with a wide grin as he stood up from his chair. “Wanna go for a ride?”

His big brother jumped out of his chair and smiled. “I bet my bike goes faster than yours.”

The two of them ran towards the manors front door with the widest grins.

Up on the staircase, Bruce stood as he watched them with a smile. Alfred walked up behind him with a smile and tapped him on the shoulder.

“You must stop adopting all these children, Master Bruce,” he said quietly.

“He makes Jason happy, doesn’t he?” Bruce asked.

Alfred pondered for a moment before replying.

“Yes, he does, Master Bruce. That doesn’t mean Master Jason doesn’t still need his father though,” Alfred said, his voice full of care and love for the two of them.

Bruce nodded as he heard the motorbikes start outside. He then smiled and walked off to attend to his work.

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#x m!reader #jason todd #short fic #jason todd and his big brother #x male reader #x reader #there's no romance here just platonic fluff #fic #batfam #dick grayson #tim drake #damian wayne #bruce wayne #batfamily #stormy writes things

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dairy-farmer · 13 days

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Tim wakes up on a regular day just like any other day. He makes breakfast; gets ready for work; goes to WE; goes home; do a light workout; sleep. Ever since he woke up confused a few months ago, bruised and aching, he'd taken measures to live healthily and has led a very mundane life ever since. Or well, as mundane as one can be when you're a eighteen-year-old CEO to the company that belongs to his neighbors.

Except today, there came a sudden break in his pattern. Today was WE's quarterly meeting. And for the first time since he became CEO, the owner and former CEO of WE would be coming to the meeting. Tim is admittedly nervous. He had rarely interacted with Mr. Wayne. The most interaction he could remember was when Mr. Wayne adopted him a few months before he had decided to become emancipated. He doesn't know what he did during that brief period in time that impressed Mr. Wayne so much that he made him CEO. Whatever it was, he can't let Mr. Wayne down. Although Tim can live independently without relying on Mr. Wayne, the few months he had been adopted was enough for Tim to feel indebted.

The meeting goes well sans a few intense stares the board members gave him and Mr. Wayne. Then Mr Wayne asked to meet him in his office. Tim thought he wanted to go over the reports from the meeting but confusingly enough, Mr. Wayne kept on asking him questions about a restaurant chain and how he hasn't given any reports or updates to a cave?? Tim didn't know what's going on. He asks, as politely as he could, if Mr. Wayne had a drink before his meeting. But that might not have been the best question to ask because he looked so offended. Mr. Wayne gets mad and demands Tim to stop playing around and if this is still about Damian taking his position. Tim feels his heart stop. Did he do something wrong? Why is he about to be fired so suddenly? He knew Mr. Damian will inherit the company but last he knew he was still far too young. Mr. Wayne looks at him in shock and asks Tim to repeat what he called Damian, to which Tim did. Suddenly Mr. Wayne is putting on a rebreather and pressing something on Tim's desk. The room is soon filled with gas that knocks Tim out. The last thing Tim hears is Mr. Wayne calling something called Oracle and reciting a string of code.

Meanwhile, Bruce is panicking. It's been months since he last saw Tim. He had been distant with him all morning. He thought he was still mad about Damian taking his place as Robin but then he suddenly called Damian as Mr. Damian. Something is wrong with his son and they're going to find out what.

They checked with Leslie and all old footage of Red Robin. Tim never had any documented head injury so they don't know what was the cause of the amnesia until they asked Zatanna to come. After Zatanna checks Tim, she asks Bruce why exactly did he go to Tim right now and when was the last time he spoke to Tim. Bruce tells her that he missed his son but Zatanna demands more answers. Bruce finally admits that Red Robin hadn't visited the cave in a while and he was hoping he could help him with a case.

Zatanna tells Bruce that they had been cursed to be forgotten by a family member that needed them the most. The one who cursed his family had probably known his weakness to his children and wanted him to feel despair and guilt of losing a child that needed him the most. It could've been an easy fix had the bats figured out they were cursed immediately but it had been months and the spell had latched on to Tim's firmly. The fact that Tim is still alive can only be a miracle. However, Zatanna doesn't know if he'll ever get any erased memories back

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🥺🥺🥺🥺 tim losing his memories and nobody noticing! but also 😍😍😍😍 tim losing his memories and nobody noticing! tim having been cursed and it being unsure whether they can recover those memories meaning that ruce and the rest of the family, if they want to form any kind of connection with tim will have to TRY and bond with him because currently tim isn't particularly attached to them!!!

#answered asks #asks #anonymous

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lilsedge · 9 months

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Can you do a tjd x reader where it's the same y/n as the tjd girl fic but she gets drunk and they take her home

Too Drunk

TJDG short story

Warnings: alcohol, doesn’t match with story timeline, talks about throwing up

There is a birthday party for Liv Morgan happening in about two hours. Y/N had not yet gotten ready or wrapped Liv's present.

With wrapping paper in hand, Y/N grabs the gift and sits on the floor. She lays out the wrapping paper and sets the gift on top. Cutting it to the right size. She folds and cuts till it’s perfectly wrapped.

Once she was done with the gift, Y/N headed to her bedroom. She searched the closet for the perfect item. She found a nice short navy blue dress and some black heels.

The young girl decides to do her hair somewhat fancy. After she was done with her hair, Y/N got the present, keys and wallet off the table.

The present and wallet were put on the passenger seat after she got in the car. She put the key into the ignition. It already hooked her phone up to the car, so she picked a playlist. The first song playing is ‘Chambea’ by Bad Bunny.

About 6 songs later, Y/N finally gets to the location of Liv’s party. Grabbing everything, she put in the passenger seat and the keys. Y/N walks her way into the party.

She wasn’t early or late. Although many are present, not everyone has shown up. Looking around the place, Y/N was shocked Liv certainly had undone her this year.

“Y/N, you’re hereeeee,” Liv slightly shouts.

“Hey girl,” Y/N replies, hugging Liv.

“Hey,” Liv says, hugging back.

“Happy birthday cutie,” Y/N says, handing Liv the wrapped up present.

“Oh thank you, Bayley is over there if you want to see her,” Liv says, pointing towards Bayley.

“Oh, thank I’ll see you later,” Y/N speaks, tapping Liv’s butt as she walks away.

Bayley was turned around, talking to Dakota and Iyo. Not noticing her best friend was behind her. Y/N wraps her arms around Bayley, scaring her in the process.

“Omg, why did you have to do that?” Bayley says, smacking Y/N’s arm.

Y/N bids a quiet ‘ow’ while rubbing her arm. She also joins in on the conversation between the three others.

Few hours later

Y/N had about 3 drinks and 2 shots, so she was a little tipsy. There was nobody also stopping her from drinking more. She had ordered another drink. When someone comes up behind her.

“I’m taking these away,” says a male voice, taking her keys away.

Y/N turns to see Damian standing behind her.

“Well, why are you doing that?” She questions.

“You’re on your 4th drink and 2nd shot ain’t no way you’re driving home mariposa,” he replies.

“I could drive perfectly fine,” Y/N slurs a bit.

“No, you can’t and you’re not going to,” he demands.

“Fine,” Y/N pouts.

Damian leaves the bar as Bayley meets up with Y/N again. It was about 11 pm and there was no way Y/N was about to be done drinking.

2 hours later

The Judgement Day had stayed the entire time Y/N was drinking to make sure she wasn’t going to be in trouble or anything. Damian still had her keys.

The group watched as Y/N got up from her seat. She stumbled a little. The girl went to the bar to get another shot. After she took that, the group walked up behind the girl.

“Ok let’s go,” Rhea says.

“What do you mean?” Y/N questions.

“We are taking you home. Come on,” Rhea demands.

“I don’t want to go home,” Y/N slurs.

She turns to walk away, but almost falls. Finn immediately grabs her and puts her over his shoulder, making sure she wasn’t showing anything. The group said goodbye to Liv before walking out to the parking lot. Finn sets the girl down by her car. Damian goes to get in the driver’s seat.

“No, I don’t want to ride with him,” the drunk girl whines.

“Why not?” Finn asks, confused.

“I’m still mad at him.” She admits.

Finn gets Y/N in the car and takes the keys from Damian. Dominik ends up in the backseat of Y/N’s car, so Finn doesn’t have to deal with her alone.

The car ride wasn’t too bad. Other than Y/N complaining about drinking. She said she won’t drink again, but that’s a total lie.

Getting Y/N out of the car was a hassle. She wouldn’t let any of the boys do it. Y/N specifically wanted Rhea to carry her in the house.

Rhea has to also change Y/N out of her dress into something more comfortable. Damian holds Y/N’s hair back as she throws up in the toilet a few times. He kneels down with a wet cloth after she is done and starts wiping her mouth.

He helps her brush her teeth before leading her to her bed. Dominik comes in with some water for her and makes her drink all of it. Finn has to help her up again, so she can go to the bathroom.

Y/N is lying down again, but as soon as the four start to leave. “Can you guys stay, please?” She questions.

“Uh yeah, we can let me go get the extra clothes from the car,” Finn replies.

All of them get changed into more comfortable clothing. Y/N had a big enough bed for all of them to cuddle into. As soon as they were all comfortable, Y/N turned and lies on the person next to her. It was Finn. They all fell asleep cuddling with one another.

#wwe x reader #wwe fanfiction #wwe imagine #dominik mysterio x reader #damian priest x reader #finn balor x reader #the judgement day #rhea ripley x reader

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webshood · 2 years

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Talia taking her kids (Damian and Jason) to a two week long trip on a cosy greek villa and this entire holiday is about detaching from the outside world, there is a band to play live music and the servants are always offering food and doing everything for them, Damian is happy as hell because he kinda missed being pampered and not having to do house chores, Jason is a little uneasy because someone made his bed and picked up his dirty laundry while he was taking a shower and he didn't ever hear them

Ras is a little mad that Jason is here, because he had to ask Talia to let him come with her to spend time with his grandson, but that boy got invited of her own volition

Talia keeps referring to Jason as her son too and even called him a Al Ghul, but Ras can't openly complain or she'll never invite him to spend time with Damian again. One night when everyone had dinner and they're preparing to go to bed, Talia pops a bottle of wine open to end the night and Jason gives her his cup so she could fill it

And Ras went: "You're not twenty one young sir, no wine for you until then"

Jason: "I'm turning twenty one in literally two months and were literally in greece, not the usa, that's not how it works here"

Ras: "As your grandfather I think we should wait until you're twenty one, now up you go, help your brother brush his teeth before bed alright"

Jason: "Talia...?"

Talia: "Your grandfather is right Jason, you can wait a couple more weeks, I can get a servant to get you a can of orange soda, that's the flavor you like, right?"

Jason just gets up, throwing Damian over his shoulder and complaining, because "that's bullshit" and "he ain't even my real grandpa"

bonus: Bruce doesn't know they're in vacation and is looking across the world for his kids

#talia al ghul #damian wayne #jason todd #batfam #red hood #jason al ghul #ras al ghul #ras is trying okay #mom talia is everything to me

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bittersweetastoria · 11 months

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First prompt request! How about something like Rhea x reader but Dominik keeps flirting with reader which makes Rhea over the top jealous which then ensues hardcore smut of course.

Warnings; Jealousy, Almost fight, and a bit of smut to top it off.

“Dom, Seriously. Stop.” You speak up, sighing softly as you lean against the wall to wait. All of judgement day was due out for a segment shortly, but presently it was you and Dominik standing around in the hall waiting on the other three. You were still new to the team and way too clueless, honestly it did show sometimes much to Damien and Finn’s dismays. Rhea was working with you on it though. That was why you two had gotten so close. Even closer than you’d been before hand, which you hadn’t thought possible. But even still, you two were far from where you wished to be. Rhea was very, keep at arms reach when it came to you. In your mind, it felt very.. I don’t want you, but I don’t want anyone else to have you either. That drove you mad, but honestly.. You’d rather that than have anyone else. Despite other people’s trying and advances. Most people usually didn’t do it around Rhea, because it was very obvious something was going on between you two. But there was one soul, close to both of you, who was just dumb enough to flirt where Rhea could see - and react.

Scrolling through your phone, smiling at posts from some Judgement Day fan accounts.. Even a few fan accounts of Rhea’s that you happened to grace. These people were talented.. You had to give them props for that. “Y/N, Come on. Just one movie. No harm in it.” Dom spoke up again, breaking you from your happy bubble of scrolling Instagram. You look up, to find he was now a whole lot closer and doing his best to charm you. Poor thing still couldn’t get it through his head that you were so not interested, and honestly.. Still saw him as that kid Rey and Eddie fought over when you were both young. He didn’t stand a single .001 of a chance with you, even if Rhea wasn’t the sole being you were interested in. “Dom, I am not going out with y-“ Before you could finish your words, you notice his facial expression had changed and he’d moved away suddenly. You follow his eyes, to find the rest of Judgement Day standing there. Door still open cause Finn hadn’t made it out after the other two fully yet. But that wasn’t what your eyes focused on. No. They focused on Rhea’s face. You couldn’t quite place what that expression was. Your brain shifted through ideas but nothing fit. You’d never seen that look on her face before. What you’d missed, was Damien’s arm held out to hold her back. Cause it was then, they called you guys for the Judgement Days segment.

By the time the segment was over, everyone was more than ready to head back to the dressing room and chill till Damien’s match. All but for Rhea that was. Usually she was all about the bonding time with her best friend and helping him get ready. But something was off. You could all feel it. Seemed only her best friend knew what was up, and acted accordingly. The rest of you were in the dark. “Hey guys, I’ll catch up later.” You called out to the boys, your eyes only shifting from the other females retreating figure for a moment to see Damian nod and push the other two clueless ones into the dressing room. Quickly you turned on your heel and began running after her. Took some time, but eventually you found where she’d turned the corner and ended up finding her sitting on one of black cases sitting around with her head in her hands. You wanted to reach out for her. But out of fear she may think it’s someone else and flip out, you kept your hands to yourself and crept closer. “Rhea..” You speak softly, stopping just before the box she sat upon. Your hands laced together nervously before you, as they always did when you were nervous or unsure. “Not now, y/n. Go back to the boys, I’ll be there in a minute.” Without even meaning to, your expression changed to a pout as you nodded and turned to walk away. Behind your back, you never saw her falter just because of it.

"Everything a'right?" Finn asked as you walked back in, plopping down on the couch with a heavy sigh. You simply shrugged, looking around. "Where's the other two?" You spoke up curiously, picking your phone up to start going through it again. Nothing better to do, lead to pointless scrolling. "D & D are sparing, lil warm up for Damo's match." Finn explained, grabbing his water and drinking it before turning back to the monitor watching the match currently happening out in the ring. You lost yourself in your scrolling, cause next thing you knew the boys were back. Your eyes scanned the room, expecting Rhea to be back too. She'd said a minute. But you knew better. That pull she had on you, wasn't present. That was a tell in and of itself. Licking your dry lips, you shift uncomfortably toward the arm of the couch when Dom's sweaty body dropped damn near on yours. "Oh come on." Dom started, clearly both amused and offended by your moving. "Just a little sweat, We all know you're no stranger to it." He commented, a smirk playing at his lips that screamed double meaning. You opened your mouth to say something, anything. But before you could form a single syllable, a hand was on your arm pulling you up and away from him. "ENOUGH, You hear me? Enough!" Rhea growled at her precious Dom Dom, having had enough of him flirting with her girl. Yes, Her girl. She wasn't willing to share you. That idea had you damn near giddy, both being her girl and only hers.. AHH. It was hard to contain yourself, but somehow you did.

Moving behind the taller woman at her urgency to, your wide eyes watch as Dominik stood and she walked up to him. Face to face. Pure tension. "Whats the matter, mami? Afraid I might actually steal your girl?" Before he could say another word, she shoved him back onto the couch and toward over him. That look on her face.. Wasn't a good one at all. Would she actually hurt him over you? You were actually worried she might. The other guys must've been as well, cause Damien came over between them quickly and got her away from him so Finn could usher him away to safety. "Chica abajo. Down." Damien spoke, his hands on his best friends shoulders to keep her still while they walked out. Once they were out the door, you dared to move closer to them. Into her view. Instantly, she relaxed and Damien let go of her. "A'right, I got a match to do.." He began, stepping out from between you two. Instantly, Rhea had her arm around you. You relaxed instantly, leaning into her muscular frame. "Good luck, Dami." You spoke up, Rhea squeezed you lightly - as if to remind you she was there. "Yeah, Good luck mate. Sorry bout.. that." She motioned back to the couch, look of guilt on her face. Damien laughed, shaking his head as he got his trench and put it on. "Don't worry about it.. Boy had it coming. Now claim your damn girl so we can get back to normal around here." He commented on his way out the door, shooting you both a playful wink with his signature smirk.

As he shut the door, your cheeks turned bright pink. Did he just tell you both to.. Oh god, he had! He seriously offered up the Judgement Days dressing room, for you two to have sex. My god. Turning yourself slightly, you buried your face in her chest. "Y/n?" She called your name, her hands running along your sides until they found your hips. She took hold there, pulling you back slightly until you looked up at her. "You know you're mine, right? Mine and Mine alone." Rhea spoke, that tone sent shivers down your spine. You nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat preventing you from speaking. "I'd burn this whole world down for you if I had to. I thought all the guys knew that.. Maybe Damien didn't tell them, but they should've known. Dominik should've known what would happen.." She trailed off, caressing your cheek before tilting your head up so she could press a kiss to your lips. That one little kiss unlocked something in you though.. Your arms wound around her neck, pressing yourself against her as you pulled her in for another kiss, one your lips wouldn't cease until you needed air. "About time you claimed me." You quipped playfully, gazing up into her gorgeous eyes that then twinkled as she laughed. "Oh baby girl, I haven't claimed you properly yet.." She teased, her hands cupping your ass squeezed lightly before picking you up. Instinctively, Your legs wound around her waist as her lips found yours once again. She moved you both to the couch, playfully tossing you onto it - knowing you could handle it from past experiences, both in ring and life.

You giggled, trying to sit up but she pushed you back down. "Nope, Down missy." She commanded, causing you to pause instantly. Pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips teasingly, Rhea took your hands in hers and pinned them above your head as she kissed along your neck. The little noises you made, only spurred her to continue down your collarbone onto your chest where she kissed each of your breasts as she unclothed them from your gear. "So gorgeous." She commented softly, moving down your body again - kissing and nipping along your stomach then right past where you wanted her most - to kiss your thick thighs. You clenched them, causing her to correct you again. "Nah uh uh, Keep them pretty legs apart baby girl. How else will Mami get to your golden nectar?" She asked as if it was the easiest question in the world. You blushed hard, trying to hide in your hair but failing since you couldn't move it. Rhea smirked, coming up to cup your cheek and glide her thumb over the redness. "Don't hide from me. Never hide from me, okay, y/n?" She asked, her tone switched to something so sweet when she did.. It made you fall even harder for her. "I won't, I promise." You speak up, kissing her thumb when it met your lips. She leaned down, you two kissed as her free hand trailed down to your core. Where you were already wet, and it could almost be felt through your gear. Rhea smirked into the kiss, nipping at your tongue that begged for entrance as she slid your gear aside and slipped her fingers into your heated core easily.

Instantly you gasped against her lips, giving up the battle of trying to get into her mouth in an instant. Hovering over you, She watched in amazement as your face morphed from the shock to pleasure so so easily as she continued finger fucking you until you were a purring and whimpering mess beneath her. "That's my girl, look at how gorgeous you are." She encouraged, slipping her fingers out unexpectedly causing you to whine out loud. "I'm sorry lovely, but Mami needs to taste you." She explained, pulling her digits soaked in your juices to her lips and sucking on them. She hummed, closing her eyes as she enjoyed it. Admittedly, It turned you on even more to see her do it. Once she took them from her mouth, she leaned in and kissed you hard - you could feel her lips curl into a smirk right before her hand smacked your wetness causing you to jump and yelp. She laughed, kissing you once again. "Sorry baby, I couldn't resist. No more playing, I promise. So long as you promise not to hold back like you usually do.. I want this whole locker room to know who you belong to. Understood? No more misunderstandings." You nodded, your cheeks heating again at the idea of the whole locker room hearing you scream for her.. Hearing you cum for your Mami. But god, it was so hot too.. "Mami?" You speak up softly, your hand playing with her shirt now that you had your hands free. "Yes baby girl?" She answered, leaning in to kiss your neck. "Make me scream." With that said, she laughed as she pulled back and all too happily slid in between your legs. Her hands parting your thighs, as her head found home right where the ache screamed for her.

Didn't take long at all, before you were screaming for her over and over again as you came - hard. By the time you came around from your high, your eyes peeked open to find her digging in some bag on the floor. Trying to even your breathing, you kneed her playfully. "Am I claimed now, mami?" You asked playfully, sitting up slightly just to untug your hair from under you where it was now pulling. You'd probably sat on it when you arched. "Not quite yet baby girl. You will be after this though.." Rhea trailed off, in her hand was a strap she'd tapped to her chin. It was big.. But the idea of her actually fucking you? Had you ready to go all over again. "Strip, Now." She demanded, helping you up as she wondered out of the room. You peeled your soiled gear off, playfully tossing it where she vanished to. Shaking your hair out, you bit your lip and stood there waiting since she hadn't given more instructions. When she came back, she was strapped in with just her briefs on under the strap and her sports bra on - which you pouted about instantly. "Mami, That's not fair. You get my titties, I should get yours." She laughed, pulling your face to hers to kiss you before turning and sitting on the couch. "Go on then, take it off. Then come ride Mami. It's high time I claim my girl the proper way.. Show her what it'll really be like from here on out." You smirk happily walking over, fingers digging under the fabric before pulling it up and over her head.

Rhea shook her head, her hair messy from before fell into her eyes now as she gazed up at you. You couldn't help but to gaze back, stroking her cheeks once you dropped her bra to the floor by your feet. "Should we do this? The guys.." You stammered out, wanting her so bad still but you didn't want the guys walking in. "I texted them, they're not allowed back until I say so." She butted in just to ease your worries, her hands sliding to your ass and pulling you to her as she kneaded the flesh of your ass. Without another word, you happily moved to her lap and sunk onto the strap she'd already lubed up. Once it was fully swallowed up by your cunt, she playfully bucked up into you causing you to scream slightly from surprise. You slapped her chest once you could breathe, which unlocked something in her.. Cause next thing you knew, you were on your back again and she was fucking you quicker by the moment as the squish sounds filled the room with each thrust proving you were ready for her. "M-Mami!" You screamed, your hands clutching her ass - digging under her briefs to her skin, surely leaving marks as your legs locked around her. She picked you up after another thrust, pressing you against the wall hard before bucking up into you even harder than before. Her lips ravaging the skin of your neck and shoulders as she did. You'll be marked in so many ways.. You clung tighter to her entirely at the sheer thought.

That all too familiar coil in your stomach was tight, oh so tight. You knew you wouldn't hold out much longer, but by god you were enjoying this. If this was what being her girl, officially, was like - you were even sadder than you had been that it took so long to get here. Cause oh my god, this was out of this world amazing. Biting your shoulder, Rhea grunted as you moaned. "God baby.. I'm.." Your lips curled knowing what she was trying to say, clenching your thighs around her tighter your pussy hugged the strap tighter with each time it pushed in making it's exit harder. Nails biting into the flesh of the dark haired womans shoulders, you pressed your chest hard against hers. "Yes, Mami.. Oh! Yes!! Yes!!" You moaned as she rammed you into the wall over and over, your words sparing her on more and more. Your breasts, slapping into hers with each thrust into your tight little core. "That's it, cum for mami baby girl." She cooed in your ear, ramming extra hard once more - sending you right over the edge of ecstasy. "MAMI! FUCK!" You screamed as you fell over the edge, your whole body locking onto hers as you rode out the wave of your orgasm. Rhea held you tightly the whole time, strap buried in your sensitive cunt even still as your breathing evened out and you slowly let go. She still held you, almost protectively. Ever so slowly, pulling out of your wet cunt with a pop. That you blushed at, and she chuckled before kissing you. "Now," She began, tilting your head towards hers with one hand while the other arm easily held you up. "You've officially been claimed. You're all mine." You couldn't help the tiny squeal you let out, as your lips crashed into hers.

#rhea ripley x reader #rhea ripley imagine #rhea ripley fanfic #rhea ripley fanfiction #rhea ripley #my writing #writing request #this got WAYYY longer than intended #went from 3 paras for a week #to all this in a day #whoopsie!

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bubbleswrld · 5 months

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Damian Priest Imagine

TW: Damian Priest X Shy! Wrestler! Reader, reader is POC (black), reader has anxiety, legal age-gap between reader and Damian, platonic! Rhea X reader

Y/N paced back and forth as she waited for her music to hit. She had a promo with Rhea Ripley and although they rehearsed it, she had stage fright. Rhea was already in the ring, talking a big game about how everyone was below her since no one had beater her for her belt. Y/N's music hit and she shook away her jitters before grabbing a mic and sauntering onto the ramp. "You're only at the top because you're hound dogs always protect you." Y/N cut off the raven hair woman. She climbed mat and stepped under the second rope. "With or without them, I can still beat your ass, Y/N." Rhea chuckled. "So why you duckin' my fade, mami?" Y/N asked as she smirked but the words came out shaky; she just hoped the fans didn't pick up on it.

"If you couldn't handle a simple interview, what makes you think you can beat me for MY title?" Rhea got in Y/N's face, albeit, she had to crane her neck to Y/N's short height. Rhea picked up on her shortened breaths and hoped being close to the girl calmed her a bit.

"Cause unlike y-you, I won't need back up when I'm whoopin' that ass!"

Y/N dropped the mic and threw the first punch; that was supposed to stun her opponent and knock her off her feet but the most it did was make her stumble two feet. Rhea tried to sell the move as best as she could by sliding down the buckles and rolling out the ring. Y/N climbed the buckles and struck her pose. She quickly got out of the ring and tried to get up the ramp whilst holding in tears knowing she fucked up the spot. Fans were cheering for her and tapping her as she passed, even holding out their phones for pictures.

The water works started before she could even leave the ramp but she had to turn and hit her final mark. Y/N wiped her eyes quickly and turned to face the crowd before scurrying backstage.

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Rhea had went on a search for her friend to see what had went wrong but nobody had seen Y/N since the promo. Damian was supposed to be on his way to the hotel earlier that night but after seeing the prom, he too was looking for the younger girl. "Randy, have you seen Y/N?!" Damian asked as he spotted the fellow wrestler coming up the hallway. "I think she was headed to medics--"

Damian and Rhea reached medics at the same time where they found Y/N huddled up on a gurney, struggling to breathe. Adam Pearce was beside her trying his best to calm her down but that just seemed to be making it worst. Y/N had been stressed out for the past few weeks dealing with training, back to back shows and personal issues pertaining to her family. It was a miracle that she had lasted that long without an anxiety/ panic attack. "C'mon bunny, ya gotta breathe. Follow my breathing." Y/N quickly clung to Damian as the loudest sob echoed through her tiny body.

"I f-fucked up b-bad."

She could barely get out her words.

"Nobody is mad at you, hon."

Rhea tried to console the girl.

The young girl was wheezing, grasping at her chest and throat. The medic finally came with a dose of meds to sedate the girl.

"Mi amor. I'm so sorry I wasn't there earlier." Damian kissed his girl's head and laid her on the gurney as she mellowed out. "What happened out there, Rhea?" Adam asked. He was fond of the girl; although she was a shy one, she brought light to everyone's day. He needed to know what triggered her.

"She was antsy before the promo, she did okay with it up until the spot... I saw her start to break."

Damian swiped her braids out of her face and ran his hand across her cheeks as if to let her know he was still there. "She mentioned something about family issues the other day." Dominik popped up. Damian muttered a quiet "Fuck."

"Take her back to the hotel; if she isn't better by Wednesday, I'm gonna pull her from the house show and from next week." Adam stated as he began to pace back and forth. "I need to be here for Rhea." Y/N slurred. "Bunny, you need to rest; the match will be here when you get back." Damian picked her up and left the room. He took her back to the hotel and got her cleaned up before tucking her in.

That was an abrupt ending... yikes. I might rewrite it later.

#damian priest #damian priest x reader #tjd #the judgement day #wwe #wwe x reader #rhea x reader

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itjazzbicch · 2 years

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The Animal I Become

Pairing: Damian Priest x Fem Reader

Summary: Being the eldest daughter of Rey Mysterio, it surprises most that she’s nothing like her family. After her father and family ban her from wrestling due to her violence, she is officially the black sheep, but breaks that rule, coming back to help during an attack from the Judgement Day, only to be scolded by her father for the madness she started, then running into someone who knows her like no one else…

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY!)

Word Count: 3.3k

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I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF:

Sometimes it seemed like everyone forgot that I exited and sometimes, that wasn’t a bad thing.

Being born when my dad was young, I was the oldest child of Rey Mysterio, wanted to be a wrestler just like my dad, but when I learned how to wrestle, even made it to the performance center, my style of wrestling was much different.

Being told I was too violent, overpowering, ‘couldn’t see what wrestling really was’, my dad made me stop wrestling and allowed Dominik to be the one who wrestled.

It caused great issues in our family, made me the black sheep on top of the drastic differences that I already had compared to them, but there was still love in my heart for them.

I always paid close attention to the shows, especially after Judgement Day crashed my dads anniversary party that I didn’t even get to come to, or it would’ve been a different story.

Rhea not only put her hands on Dominik, but Aaliyah, all of them constantly attacking my dad and it made my blood boil.

Judgement Day may have won the match tonight, distracting my dad by Rhea taking Dominik’s beat up out to the stage, not even able to imagine what she did to him, but after Finn’s victory?

My dad told me to stay away from wrestling and not to do anything crazy, but there was no way that I could stay at home and watch this every week and he surely knew that I was crazy.

The crowd was roaring, Finn and Damian coming up the rampway, freezing at the sight of me standing behind Rhea who was still standing over my younger brother.

Rhea could read everyone’s reactions, looking at what Finn and Damian were staring at, turning slowly to find me.

“Y/N Mysterio! Isn’t this lovely?” Rhea was always laughing at someone clearly underestimating me, both of us looking to Damian who yelled out:

“Y/N?!”

It was good to know someone knew that something bad was about to happen, considering both my dad and Dominik were completely out of it.

When I began wrestling at the performance center to try and join NXT, Damian helped train me. He knew me well, we had a past, and he knew much like my family, the madness that I was capable of producing.

He wasn’t stopping me, having Rhea face me again when I smiled:

“You all must’ve forgotten that I exist. I’m here to do what they won’t do, and that’s beat your ass!”

My fists started flying and Rhea was strong, but so was I. Punches and kicks being thrown, leading up the stage, till I took her by the hair, shutting her down and swinging her into the megatron frame.

Starting to ground and pound, gouging at her eyes, I could feel the pent up emotion of a lot of things coming out, going numb and my instincts were ultra high, back elbowing Finn in the face as he was the first to try and break up the fight.

That gave Rhea a slight advantage considering I had to stand up, but I didn’t forget about her, still swinging and we both had handfuls of hair.

“Alright, that’s enough!”

There was Damian again, growing more frustrated when I heard my dads voice too:

“Y/N, stop this right now!”

Security flooded the stage, my dad and a stirring Dominik trying to pull me back and Damian and Finn were pulling Rhea away.

I missed the feeling of adrenaline rushing this quickly, increasing at the sight of blood on Rhea’s lip thanks to me, screaming at her:

“I’m not finished with you, bitch! You just wait!”

Before Rhea could speak, Damian and Finn were taking her away and they both had their eyes set on me which made me wonder.

Though, I didn’t have the time to wonder much, my dad yanking me to face him:

“You know what I told you-“

“Yeah and it’s bullshit!” I snapped at him, not dealing with this and my rage gladly controlling my yelling, “How long now have they’ve been beating up you and Dom, huh?!”

“Y/N, sis-“ Dom was still beat up, but tried to deescalate, “You didn’t have to do this. We got-“

“Who are you to talk, huh?!” I was in a rampage, shoving Dominik down and putting him in his place, “You’ve been getting your ass kicked by a girl for weeks now like some little bitch! If you two won’t end this judgement day shit, I will! Trying to be superheroes isn’t cutting it!”

I was ready to walk away, but of course my dad had to start yelling and nagging in Spanish, dragging both me and Dominik to the locker room, just to lecture me.

Arms crossed, leg shaking like hell in my chair, staring at nothing, my dad went on for what felt like forever about how ‘dangerous’ and ‘immature’ I was being for breaking his rule about me not wrestling, that I could have gotten in serious trouble.

My facial expressions obviously showed how little I cared, I know I may have went a little overboard with the yelling at them and shoving Dominik, but it was the only way they would listen ever listen to me in some form.

The fate of being the black sheep always followed me, having enough when my dad said:

“And of course, the second you get your hands on somebody, there’s blood and everything! I get it, you want to protect us, we’re familia, but-“

“But nothing!” I screamed, standing up and point at him, “We are familia and we should always protect each other! No matter what it takes! You think what I did was so bad?! I could have done SO MUCH WORSE!”

This time, he had nothing to say, especially when I had tears in my eyes, finally saying something I always wanted to say:

“You just don’t want me to wrestle because I’m better thank Dominik and he’s the son. He can ‘carry down the bloodline’, you want to give him your mask. Let’s just face it. You never said it, but I know that no matter what I do, I’m different than all of you, and I’ll just never be good enough for any of you.”

They both tried to come and hug me but I wasn’t having it, brushing both of them with my shoulders, heading out the door and slamming it so hard it echoed for seconds.

I should’ve known it would’ve ended up like this and after fighting Rhea like how I did, there was no way I could just disappear again.

Having one side of me say I needed to be there for my family and the other having all of this anger towards them was tearing me apart.

Not knowing what to do, I told myself I’d put it off for another day, checking my pockets to make sure I didn’t lose anything, heading towards the back exit till I heard:

“¿Te vas tan pronto, mamí?” [Leaving so soon, mamí?]

“Don’t you dare call me that anymore,” I growled, looking to see Damian leaned against the pillar next to the door, a smile on his face.

“Why? It used to put such a pretty smile on your face,” Damian stood up straight, trying to work his charm that did take me at one point in time, “Especially when I talk to you in spanish.”

“Look, if you’re here to try and distract me so Rhea can come get her revenge, just do it already because I would love to bust her face again,” I was staring a whole through him, but he just shook his head, saying under his breath:

“Ay,, Todavía estás tan loca.”

[Ay, you’re still so crazy.]

“Muy loca loca,” I owned that proudly and stayed on guard. [Very crazy, crazy.]

Something was different here. Damian was being himself rather than his demeanor while he was with Finn and Rhea, standing up to come to me with a smile:

“Y eso está bien. Me gusta la locura.” [And that’s okay. I like crazy.]

“You better tell me what you want, Damian,” I was fed up and I didn’t want to threaten him, it hurt that he was one of the people attacking my family after everything we been through, but I still threatened, “Or you can experience the craziness that Rhea just went through.”

“Oh no, mamí,” His smile grew so devilish, leaning down to look into my eyes, “I’m here to help you.”

“Help me?” I had to laugh at that, breathing in, “It’s far too late for that! Wait no, let me think again, you want me to join Judgement Day?”

“What can I say? You’re perfect for us,” It was nice that he got straight to the point, but I wasn’t convinced in the slightest, growing more of an attitude:

“You better realize that I’m not like the rest of my family-“

Before I could continue, he laughed at me, throwing his hands with a smile:

“And that is exactly why, Y/N.”

I was so used to hearing lectures about how I needed to be more like my family and his words made me pausing, Damian taking that time to continue:

“You have always been different than them and instead of embracing that, you let them shut you down. I bet all of the money in my wallet that you just slammed that door and stomped off because your dad yelled at you for showing up and starting another fight just now.”

Clicking my tongue, I looked away and he chuckled, knowing he was right:

“Exactly what I thought. Now tell me, what kind of family yells at you for trying to protect them and won’t even let you accomplish your dreams?“

Glaring back at him, there were tears in my eyes. His truth harsh and thinking back to the day I thought I was getting a contract and the complete opposite happened? It was like I was stabbed in the heart.

“Hell, if you started wrestling with me like we planned on it way back in NXT? You would’ve won multiple championships by now. You’d be a fucking star!”

Damian had to keep adding to it, making me snap at him before I began to cry:

“Even if that’s true, it’s too late to fantasize about what may have happened! This is now! So, tell me, indulge me, how would joining Judgement Day benefit me, Hm?”

“That’s so simple,” He smiled, wiping away the tear that I didn’t notice running down my cheek, “You get to accomplish your dreams. You get to be a wrestler. You get to be at the peak of it! You know that we’re no push overs and it’s time that you get your ass in that ring and this time? No one will ever push you back ever again.”

My dream of being a wrestler always put happiness in my heart that no one or nothing could compare to. That fight was the first time I ever even heard a crowd and they were cheering for me.

That crowd loved the wild fire that I brought out there and thinking about it, how I wanted it again made me feel like I was hooked on a drug already.

“You think that’s a good idea? Really?” I wasn’t letting him persuade me this easily, pointing out one big issue, “Because I already know that Rhea is not gonna like that.”

“Rhea will understand once she’s cooled off,” He assured, “She’s an older sibling herself so, I’m sure she understands where you were coming from.”

“Yeah right,” My eyes rolled, falling back on Damian as his voice got even deeper than it already was, a blank expression and fed up like me:

“When are you finally going to do what’s best for you? Do you want to be a wrestler and make a name for yourself or forever be the black listed Mysterio?”

That hit me so hard that I could hear my heart beat echoing in my head, tears coming back and making me hate how easily my emotions took over me.

It was hard because he was right. I wanted to be a wrestler, wanted to live my life my way and not in my family’s shadow.

“You’re positive there won’t be any issues between me and Rhea?”

His eyes lit up like never before when he heard my question, creating a laugh for the both of us:

“I think so, but if she tries anything, you can just kick her ass again.”

I shook my head and laughed, silencing and feeling a sly smile come back to my face when he put his arm around my shoulder, rolling off his tongue:

“Y podemos divertirnos como antes.” [And we can have fun like we used to.]

I knew exactly what he meant by that, knowing how his Spanish made me feeling some kind of way, but mine did the same to him:

“¿Divertido? ¿Quieres recordarlo?” [Fun? Care to recall?]

“Rey no es tu único Papí, ¿recuerdas?” [Rey isn’t your only papí. Remember?]

My body always acted before I could think thoroughly, yanking him by his necklace and growling softly:

“Watch that tongue before I remind you who your mamí is.”

“Aww, Papí’s still good at turning you on,” He chuckled slightly, arm falling around my hip, pulling my body into his, lips just inches away when he whispered, “You still like pulling me by my necklace.”

Some habits never really change, there was no dodging that one, there was no going back right now, and so, I looked deeply into those brown eyes, whispering back:

“I’m still pretty pissed off about everything tonight. So if you keep that up? I’m just gonna take it out on you.”

“That’s what you always think, but you always end up a mess and screaming my name,” Laughing one last time, he licked his lower lip, hand sliding down to squeeze my ass, kissing, “But don’t worry. I’ll get rid of that anger quickly.”

One touch of his lips let off some steam, increasing with more, how he used a his tongue a little, hand squeezing and rubbing my ass, but there was still a whole lot of steam inside of me.

It had me shaking slightly when I parted my lips for a moment, looking around to make sure no one else was in the small hall that we were in.

“I think it’s going to take more than a kiss to calm me down. If we get out of here,” I slowly wrapped my arms around his neck, fingers tapping up his shoulder and the soft spot on his neck that I remembered, the tone of my voice being that magic trick, “You just might even hear me screaming Papí, again.”

“Might?” He was biting his lip, throwing me up to hold me, also checking our surroundings before heading off into the darkness, “You will be.”

Taking risks was always a thrill for me, in some random locker room with dim lights, devilish giggles in my kiss, body being taken over by adrenaline again while stripping, Damian barley out of his pants when I jumped into his arm, kissing with a bite:

“Déjame ver tu lado loco, papí.” [Let me see your crazy side, papí.]

“Oh, lo verás.”

[Oh, you’ll see it.]

There was a certain tone he would have in his voice whenever I was really in for it, being tossed around and chest first into the wall next to us.

Remembering old previous times, my body naturally shifted into place, perking my ass up at him, looking back to smile:

“You better remember-“

“What? How you like it rough?” Spanking my ass so hard I squeal, hand pulling my head back by the hair so his cock would slam right into me? It all showed that he never forgot.

“Encanta así, papí!” [Love it like that, papi.]

I forgot how he made it hard for me to breathe so easily, another thrust having me stick to the wall, slow and timed at first, but his hips smacked against my ass hard, having to adjust to his girth and length again.

All of the moisture didn’t pose an issue after those slow thrusts, feeling his fingertips at my scalp, finding its position with his speed increasing, moans meeting the wall with my mouth opening and growing louder.

“And you still moan it just as beautiful,” That evil laugh of his only turned me on more, tilting my head back a little to him, panting but still getting out:

“And your dick is still so good, Damian.”

“You know that no one will ever beat this ass like I do,” He always liked watching how I reacted to his spanks, another loud crack making my knees almost give way, a slight drool at the side of my mouth when I squealed again.

“Never!” Despite the handful he had of my hair, I was strong enough to push my face into the wall, about biting my lip off and whining at the strong pressure coming so quickly along my walls and into my stomach.

“What’s a matter, mamí?” He knew I was close, beating my strength and pulling my head back to him, except this time he let go, arm wrapping around my neck, finger swirling at my clit and his thrusts not daring to change, “I know it’s been a while, you burnt out already?”

“No juegues conmigo, Damian.” [Don’t play with me, Damian.]

I always grew so serious when so close to an orgasm like this, not having something like this in ages and was desperate for it.

The shift of his body let me know that I was about to get what I was longing for. Feeling his bicep choking me some, proving his strength and holding me up off the ground, fingers right back on my cut and rubbing rapidly, having me bouncing on his cock to meet the wicked thrusts he was throwing up at me:

“What? Want me to play with this instead?”

I don’t know how, but it felt like he was rubbing my clit even faster, crying at how my nerves were shocking me, legs shaking up in the air, a sting in my eyes when I closed them tight, begging out:

“Please, papí! Please!”

I wasn’t sure if it was tears or sweat running down my face, but the shocking burn my nerves were going through made me clench so tight, aching from how I was taking him, but never feeling so good when my vision went white, no air in my lungs and even hearing the slick that drowned his cock.

“Fuck is it good to feel that again,” Whispering a kiss into my ear made him think that I’d shoot my own remark, but I was literally so out of it.

Easing me back to the wall, he kept me in a hug this time, rubbing my stomach and sides:

“You good there, mamí?”

“You always rocked my world,” I giggled softly, my head limp and resting against the wall as I breathed in, “Rocked my everything.”

“Aww, come on,” He laughed, keeping me in that hug and kissing, “Mean to tell me you fight like an animal but can’t handle some rough strokes?”

“That wasn’t some, that was a lot,” I made him laugh this time, on purpose, loving how he grew silent, the smirk on his face when I flashed my own evil smile at him, “And wait till you see the animal I become when I officially join.”

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